May 2003
it's only me and my big dreams.
i have so much to do today. i shouldn’t even be doing this. whatever. i definitley have to find some new shit to take pictures of. my room is an absolute mess and ang will be here in 12 hours! that may seem like a lot of time, and in reality, it is. however, i’m real good at procrastinating. yup. plus, i have to pick up pops from the airport. that means i have to have...
mt. misery road.
not suprisingly, all the wrong people are supporting their cause daily to be excluded from my life. good work you guys, for all i care, i hope you succeed.
it takes a lot of strength to keep all the hate for certain things/people inside of me. a lot of people don’t realize this. i’ve always been happier somewhere else, doing something else, spending my time with other people. i...
15 times i was better than you.
i have a whole fucking bookshelf of these.
see, i used to be good at something. what went wrong, i’ll never know. i hate waiting for something to happen.
staring at the setting sun.
i watched them practice last night and heard some of the new shit they recorded. really can’t wait until their next show. i bought some black and white film today. i’m going to teach myself how to use the canon this summer.
betsy made dinner tonight. it was nice. the first family-related activity that didn’t piss me off. today, i took the blazer to get it’s oil...
so in the long thigh of the late sunlight, i come...
maybe it started when my favorite pin broke off my favorite bag. it got stuck in the door of the blazer and got torn off the strap. there it lay, a broken piebald pin shivering on the cold, hard asphalt. the dickies bag cowered in my lap, like it was his fault or something.
what the fuck am i talking about? i still have the pin, i just can’t wear it. i got over it. that’s what...