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Well, this school year is certainly off to a ravishing start as I'm in several classes I don't remotely care about with people who make me want to hurt other people. Let's take a look, shall we? 1st hour: Weight Training and Conditioning. Five girls. Two of whom are me and my partner. One of which doesn't show up ever and resembles a battle-tank crashing through a titanium wall. The rest are doucherags, specifically male doucherags that think it's okay to tell my weight-lifting-buddy Emily to "move over, honey" when she was in his way. Also, let's take a look at the fact that I've got a gym class FIRST HOUR. First. Therefore I get to look li

Ever have one of those days where you just dislike everyone? Try making it into an entire summer. I feel like I've been cutting all kinds of ties with people I've known forever just because they piss me off once or twice. I guess I've just reached a point in my life where I feel like I can make coherent decisions regarding the friends that I want to keep in my life, and that I don't have to stick with people I don't like just for the sake of light, friendly familiarity. After Scottie died, I guess everything was kinda put into perspective for me. It made me and continues to make me think about how little everything really matters. I like pret

This is just a little update (albeit one that's two days late) to acknowledge that I've now been on DA for three whopping years. I don't really come on that often any more, but it's kay because I have very little inspiration to do art things any more and thus coming on here would be a waste of all of our time. Now, I could make this a huge rambling mess just like I made my two-year-anniversary journal entry, but I won't. For all of our sakes. SO PEACE OUT, SUCKAAAAAH.