My Journal

:: 2009 7 February :: 10.55pm

holy jesus fucking shit fuck.

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I think I pee'd a little...

Oh my god, today might be the best day of my life.

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:: 2009 5 February :: 4.40pm

Uh
I found 20 dolla.

stokage.

poisonedheart

:: 2009 30 January :: 4.28pm

I finally got a job interview!

Monday 1PM at Appleway Subaru/Mazda.

Yay.

:: 2009 30 January :: 6.48am

This weekend should prove be interesting.
One for the history books, so to speak..

Ahaha.
I wote a bitchin' paper on "Hills like White Elephants" by Earnest Hemmingway.
You should read that story btw.
It is also pretty bitching.

I've got to get back to outlining a shitty rough draft for my psych class :S

:: 2009 29 January :: 5.35pm

"These days, living alone in Spokane, I wish I lived closer to the river, to the falls where ghosts of salmon jump. I wish I could sleep. I put down my paper or book and turn off all the lights, lie quietly in the dark. It make take hours, even years, for me to sleep again. There's nothing surprising or disappointing in that.

I know how all my dreams end anyway."

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poisonedheart

:: 2009 28 January :: 8.03pm

I hate job searching.

I've applied for at least 100 jobs in the last few weeks and I haven't gotten a single freaking interview! I'm even applying in other cities now! This is bullshit!

Whatever, once I have some money, I'm leavin' this town and heading down south, setup camp in LA.

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loserxdork

:: 2009 28 January :: 1.25am

Just thought I would stop by every now and then to say whats up, and let everyone know that I am alive. I am alive, doing semi-well. Still working the crappy Telemarketing job that I hate, and I just recently got another job. That one is a babysitting job that starts in March, hopefully my boss will let me keep my job now as well. I'm still with Joe (it was 3 years in August) and that's about it. I'm living with my mother, her "friend" and her daughter which is complete suckage but I deal. I spend a lot of time with Joe, I speak to my dad....occasionally. He still doesn't call me, ever but whatever I deal. I guess I've just learned that is the way he is and I can't get mad, well, I can but I can't take it out on him because nothing will ever change. Well, that is really it!

lillypad

:: 2009 27 January :: 1.27am

I have been too hungry today.
All day.
And I've eaten like...5 times.

:: 2009 24 January :: 11.12am

I'm not worried.

It feels good.

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aaron

:: 2009 22 January :: 10.38pm

Sometimes I'm made of clay, and sometimes steel. I'm either waiting for the hands to mold me, create me, and put me through fire or I'm cold and still, isolated. I know I should always be clay, but I always want to be steel. Nonetheless, sometimes I'm made of clay, and sometimes steel.

I just want to know if there's such thing as a should.

I feel like there is, in the deepest corners of my soul. But my brain tells me other wise.

I can't help but feel that my brain tells me wrong. I can't be both steel and clay, but I have to.

I want to. I want to be that nobody that is everything and knows everyone, but is still nobody.

That's the kind of person I want to be.

But I'm not.

:: 2009 21 January :: 3.06pm

I don't get it.
Would you please explain yourself?

:: 2009 12 January :: 2.43pm

i want to do arts and crafts.

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lillypad

:: 2008 30 December :: 9.18am

ephemeral eloquence exaggerates exactly exonerated executions.
the end.

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alastar

:: 2008 30 December :: 4.32am
:: Music: Isaac Marion's Moon Colony

I spit sacrilege through gritted teeth.
I am disconnecting from... reality. From consciousness. From tangibility. From dimensional restraints.

Thread by thread, I am tearing each stitch. Finding solvent for the glue, I pry each nail from its hole. I exhume screws from their cylindrical tombs. I am plucking staples and cutting ropes. I will deracinate the roots that attach me to the ground and degauss the magnets that are holding me down.

I am burning to be released in smoke. My name is Phlogiston.

I am the view from within a raindrop. I am the collision it has with your skin.