Hello Apollo, where should I begin?
I need to update my site. I always come here and write and never there and I think it's making certain people sad. What can I say? I am addicted to this site. I come here several times a day. Today I was happily surprised to know that my banners and sticker pic for the SG Army were accepted and added! To see them, click here, fool.
My legs ache from the constant and gruelling pace of work. I had to cut my last entry I wrote here short because my friend called me from work and told me I was to come in at six. Well, I was suppose to have that day off... and here I was, sitting my ass in front of the computer at 5:56. Apparently the boss changed the schedule without letting me know, so that was muy sucko. I had to work on my day off.
I need the money, however. I am unsure as to whether or not I want a job after the Dairy Crest closes for the season. I will have a difficult class schedule and I'll be pretty stressed with that. I don't think I could juggle a job ontop of all that noise.
So I am reading my driver's digest thinger mabobber. I am going to be taking my permit test soon. Too bad that's not all there is to it. I have to endure driver's ed. Drive fifty hours with a parent/guardian. Drive with an instructor. Practice for the skills test. Then, twelve years from now when that's all complete, I can get my driver's license.
I think I am getting sick. My body aches and I'm cold and my throat tickles and my nose is creating a funny taste in my mouth. Do you know what I mean?
Two days until Warped Tour.
I took this picture the other day while basking in the grass. You can see the reflection of the clouds in my glasses.
Don't come back. Make me rub my hands on the slate and scrape my skin raw. My eyes cannot bear the sight and I am collapsing on the bed again, drowning my sorrows again, knocking bottles over again. Don't come here. Make me mask my face in shame and sever my tears in anger. My heart cannot stand the weight and I am discarding my worth again, losing the game again, drinking poison down again. Wrong number, please re-dial. - me @ 11:08 PM, 8/14/04.
I need to update my site. I always come here and write and never there and I think it's making certain people sad. What can I say? I am addicted to this site. I come here several times a day. Today I was happily surprised to know that my banners and sticker pic for the SG Army were accepted and added! To see them, click here, fool.
My legs ache from the constant and gruelling pace of work. I had to cut my last entry I wrote here short because my friend called me from work and told me I was to come in at six. Well, I was suppose to have that day off... and here I was, sitting my ass in front of the computer at 5:56. Apparently the boss changed the schedule without letting me know, so that was muy sucko. I had to work on my day off.
I need the money, however. I am unsure as to whether or not I want a job after the Dairy Crest closes for the season. I will have a difficult class schedule and I'll be pretty stressed with that. I don't think I could juggle a job ontop of all that noise.
So I am reading my driver's digest thinger mabobber. I am going to be taking my permit test soon. Too bad that's not all there is to it. I have to endure driver's ed. Drive fifty hours with a parent/guardian. Drive with an instructor. Practice for the skills test. Then, twelve years from now when that's all complete, I can get my driver's license.
I think I am getting sick. My body aches and I'm cold and my throat tickles and my nose is creating a funny taste in my mouth. Do you know what I mean?
Two days until Warped Tour.
I took this picture the other day while basking in the grass. You can see the reflection of the clouds in my glasses.
Don't come back. Make me rub my hands on the slate and scrape my skin raw. My eyes cannot bear the sight and I am collapsing on the bed again, drowning my sorrows again, knocking bottles over again. Don't come here. Make me mask my face in shame and sever my tears in anger. My heart cannot stand the weight and I am discarding my worth again, losing the game again, drinking poison down again. Wrong number, please re-dial. - me @ 11:08 PM, 8/14/04.
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dollfacepunk:
i actually had fun in driver's ed. we just made perverted gestures behind the teacher in the car..but he didn't notice cause he was old. yeah. 
cambria:
seeing your banners really wants me to steal photoshop again. it expired on me so i cant make anything spiffy. could you make me a new avatar from my attic pictues? ♥