Goddamn, I have not updated in a long ass time.

Goddamn, I have not updated in a long ass time.
Fortunately, I have several things to mention.


First and foremost:

"Mary Jane used to be my main, till I met the white girl, cocaine."

That's pretty much self-explanatory.

Also, Gucci Mane is the absolute shit.

I mean, some of his lyrics are phenomenal.

Haha, or just simply amusing.

"I come in with that too much flexing."

-Gucci Mane

Life at home still sucks, and I can't wait to fucking move out.

If I had the chance to, I'd do it in a heartbeat- no pun intended to the earlier references to cocaine.

Yeah, avoid drinking at home at all costs because you risk getting caught, while also somehow managing to forget that you ran outside to play basketball at 3 in the morning on a Monday night.

True story.

Well, I never knew how good Jager was.

And I'm not sure why Banini spells it with an e, instead of an a.

But anyway, that got Annalee and I through the first half of the day at school yesterday.

"I like to feel warm and nice."

Hahaha.

So somebody did something really sweet for me this week.

They got me a Panda pez dispenser thingy.

So fucking adorable.

But I'm not sure what it means.

I know I did enjoy receving looks of disgust from flamingo look-alikes though.

Today was Adri's last official day at Newton.

It's gonna fucking suck ass next year when she's not in the backroom.

And then to top it off, the new layout editor is a fucking weirdo.

Ugh, he actually makes Jesse look good, if that says anything.

I hope Annalee demolishes him.

But our little group should be doing some neat-o shit soon.

Oh! And Adri's bf, Matt, is re-piercing my industrial SOON.

I'm excited.

I fucking love that Cuban.

And damnit, I thought I had more things to say, but I guess not.

Besides that the number 22 got me to exempt my RamPage final.

Thank youuuuuuu P.S

<3

Shitty day for the most part

I haven't updated in a while, so I feel the need to do so.

I fucking hate nostalgia.
Hate it with passion.
I pretty much long to be back home, long to be back in LP.
I'd sacrifice a lot to be there right now.
At work, Rey told me I could have a maxium of 10 vacation days.
10 days?
Compared to last year's six weeks?!
Fuck that weak bullshit.
It's not enough.
Then again, it's more than nothing.
I'm filled with uncertainty about how things are going to go.
It's been five and a half months.
I hate not being there.
So, this summer is going to fucking blow.
More than a slut.

On that note, nostalgia also hit when I saw my ex-best friend's Facebook.
I didn't know I actually missed him.
It'd been several months since he crossed my mind.
We were best friends from first grade until last year.
I told him all my secrets, all my thoughts, all my ideas.
He knew almost everything about me.
Then one day, he said he couldn't handle me anymore.
Said I changed too drastically for him, and quite too often.
That I would go from trying to do good, to becoming this awful awful person.
But I was there for him through it all.
I was there for him when he lost his faith (literally.)
I was there for him through it all.
And when he chose to become a Christian again, he left me.
I hated him for it, but I hated myself more for having to accept who I really was.
Ten years.
Down the drain.
It hurt.
A lot.
But I realize, he never loved me.
If he did, he would've stuck by, through thick&thin.

I'm not sure why I felt so sad today.
But I notice this reoccuring pattern in my life:
Eventually, everyone leaves.
No one ever stays forever.
No one.
Talk about mad depression today.

On the bright side, (there is always one), Annalee & Banini are now officially together :)

I'm very happy for both of them.