Im watching "Troop Beverly Hills"





Jenny Lewis' best work! I'm so glad the music thing worked out.

Hi... my phone is broken, and since tomorrow is a national holiday no one is open to fix it you will have to contact me via Myspace or LJ and let me know when and where I should meet you for July Fourth festivities.

Yes.

I got so fed up with Calculus yesterday that I broke down crying. I havn't cried over math since 5th grade when we were probably doing fractions. Yeah, I hated fractions. The question of when I will ever use calc came to mind right before Dr. Lock answered it like a mind reading jedi. "YOu know, I'm a math professor and I never use Calculus. Well, no, I use it when I teach this class... but that's about it." It was at that very moment I wanted to throw my books to the floor turn my desk over and run for the door screaming, "You fucking asshole!!! Make you exams readable and this class easier!" But I opted not to make a scene.
I've been at the library studying for his next exam since 12:30... it's now 5. I'm pleased to say that I've caught on and caught up. I just get really bitter over the fact that I have to work so hard at colligate level math... so fucking hard for a subject that I will never use again.

FUCK YOU,"HIGHER LEARNING".

My mother thinks I "hang out with a bad crowd" because of the clothes I wear, the nail polish shades I own and the way I cut my hair.

Now that I think of it, we are a rough crowd. We gather like hoodlums at one's apartment to play video games, drink Mountain Dew and talk. Don't get me started on the giggling... that's to hard core for my mother.

Shame on you Adam, Josh... and JC... especially JC.... for being such bad influences.

I'm afraid I will fuck up.

I don't want to be a fuck up.

I'm at a very weird place right now.

I'm oh so bored with this summer...

I'm sick and babysitting.

You do the math.

Sometimes, when I’m driving home from work late at night, I’ll pass one or two individuals taking a midnight stroll. Every time I see these people I have to wonder what compels them to take such walks so late at night. Relationship issues? Are they stuck in a dead end job? Do they feel unappreciated? Are the facing things out of their control?

I moved back in with my mom. Typically, I would be running around huffing and pouting about my predicament. If you don’t know, my mom has this god-given gift of making me feel inadequate and unappreciated… so much so, she should have a Marvel Comic featuring her. This time however, things are different; it’s as if there is an eerie calm. I’d like to think it’s because of Danny. Perhaps he’s the one keeping me calm and my mom sees him as competition of attention that she cannot compete with, because when it comes between my mothers guilt-giving bullshit and his positively in general he has 90% of my attention.

Do not misunderstand what I am saying, love my mother and I’m thankful for everything that she has done and sacrificed in my benefit, but I would love to spend time with someone who builds me up as opposed to breaking me down because I didn’t take out the trash leading to the inevitable conversation of “Why are you so lazy after working a 12 hour double and doing 3 hours or homework rararar?!?!?!?”

I know for a fact that she is having issues in her own personal life. For the past week, my parents’ relationship has been openly on the rocks… understatement. My dad told her that he was filing for a divorce because after 27 years her superpowers finally got to him. Since I was 13 I’ve always thought that my parents lived in a partnership more than a marriage. I thought that they were two individuals who would make great business partners, but as lovers I never saw it. They are currently working things out my mom may even move back to Houston to be with him. I now think deep down, in some weird bizarre way, they do love each other.

My family is changing. Our opinions of each other are evolving. We as individuals are growing. This is a very interesting, exciting, unsettling, and petrifying time for all of us. I find myself dealing with everything by keeping to myself and my thoughts, explaining why I have been both moody and unmotivated to be social; keeping busy with both school and work… and the occasional 1am walk on the beach.

OMG!!! Brook Hogan may be an Owl... why can't we get someone cool... Like an Olsen Twin or something?

http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/22804479.html

Think a gallon of gas is expensive?

This makes one think, and also puts things in perspective.

Diet Snapple 16 oz $1.29 ... $10.32 per gallon
Lipton Ice Tea 16 oz $1.19 .........$9.52 per gallon
Gatorade 20 oz $1.59 .... $10.17 per gallon
Ocean Spray 16 oz $1.25 ......... $10.00 per gallon
Brake Fluid 12 oz $3.15 ....... $33.60 per gallon
Vick's Nyquil 6 oz $8.35 ... $178.13 per gallon
Pepto Bismol 4 oz $3.85 .. $123.20 per gallon
Whiteout 7 oz $1.39 ....... . $25.42 per gallon
Scope 1.5 oz $0.99 .....$84.48 per gallon

And this is the REAL KICKER...

Evian water 9 oz $1.49..........$21.19 per gallon!

$21.19 for WATER

and the buyers don't even know the source.

(By the way, Evian spelled backwards is Naive.)



Furthermore, have you ever wonder why computer printers are so cheap? They make their money off ink cartridges.

The cost of ink...

$5,200 a gal. (five thousand two hundred dollars)




So yeah, 3.50/galon sucks when your at the pump, but just be thankful that your car doesn't run on Evian, Scope, whiteout, Pepto Bismol, Nyquil or God forbid, Printer Ink!!!!!

dear michelin man,

you are fucking creepy.

I've been writing since I was in the 2nd grade. Granted, it wasn't very good... and I spelled "good," goud," but I always liked the act of sitting down and writing things that were on my mind. Since 6th grade I thought how great it would be to be paid for writing and by 10th grade I wanted to learn how to white teleplays and screenplays. As I got older I think I lost track of this all. I really do like psychology and I would really enjoy getting a sweet job with some Fortune 500 company telling them how to treat their employees but what do I want to do after that?
The fact is, the majority of people never stay within their areas of study after they graduate from college and even more change their career after graduate school. So after I'm done being awesome in the great world of psychology I would like to write. I would love to write a great screenplay or write for TV show. End of story.
My parents found a bound notebook of all my writings that I put together a few years ago. They basically sat me down and, in so many words, asked me what the fuck i was doing. They said that they never knew how talented I was and I would be crazy not to pursue a career in writing. Alright, so they are my parents and they have to say stuff like that but my writing made my dad cry and that, above being slightly awkward, was awesome.

I hear that some people are doing awesome things... I am wondering when it will be my time to do awesome things. It's said that vacations, as awesome as they may be, tend to make you miss and appreciate home. If that was true, I wouldn't have been on the verge of tears in Newark Liberty Airport last Wednesday. It's not that I HATE Flordia, I've just been here for too long. I've out-grown the fish pond, so to speak. I can't wait for a change... even if it's in Texas. YeehHaw.
On a similar note, I have vowed to visit a different city every 6 months. I want to see as much at I can see.

Before I have my coffee this morning, I had a root canal. I tend to dislike activities I usually enjoy when without my coffee so you can imagine how this particular morning went. I would say the the highlignt of the appointment was when the novicane didn't kick in and the doctor started drilling. Fun for all! It wasn't the guys fault, be easy on him. Apparently since my visit yesterday my tooth was "hyper-sensitive" and needed triple the ammount of novicane to numb me up. Did I mention that thelast of the 1000 injections was in the hole that was drilled yesterday. Now THAT was fun.

I've been home in bed for the most part of the day... one Vicodin down... watching Gilmore Girls. I'm hungry. STARVING. I cant' eat anything.

Tomorrow should be better.

I took Danny to the ER last night. It was creepy.

I both love and hate birthdays.

I want to thank everyone who came to my party last night. All of you are amazing and make me a better person with each passing day.

You are all like family to me.

It's my birthday.

Fuck Yes.

Coverfield would have been a decent movie if I didn't have to vomit half way through it. When will people learn that the shaky "Blair Witch" cam isn't edgy... just unnecessary.

I give you, The Most Unsettling Feeling!!!


Being on the borderline of two grades for a classs... and having your final be the deciding factor.

No less than 6 wrong is allowed or you will be demoted to custodial school.

Grab your mops.