Date:	2007-10-05 21:12
Subject:	No Life
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

I don't think I have a life, honestly. I continuously post on this damn journal and it's becoming addicting! It's like my drug or something. I can only write certain things in different places, like relatiionship and major depression go into my actual journals. This, well... this just holds random shit on it that people don't understand, but isn't that what makes this so amazing?

Heh, nope.

I kinda have to wonder whether or not I am sane, or insane, or unsane. It's a big question that runs through my head.

AM I INSANE?

Hmmm, let's ponder this for a moment. The way I want to die is by stealing a home depot cart thingy, find a big hill with a busy intersection right below it, and ride down while having a heart attack and having my friend record all this while she's behind me, also having a heart attack. It's a very humorous thought. I mean, so many want to die having sex. Uh...no. Gross, gross GROSS! Unless your the one who's dead 'cause then you couldn't give a shit what happened next. In fact, you'd probably be laughing as you sat naked with your little halo at the edge of the bed. Ah, now that's funny. But hell, what is one to do? I wonder how you would mourn your lover.... Everytime you think about why they left, you suddenly start laughing because they died while fucking you. Maybe you were just that good, huh? Haa haa haa haa. Booya! Anyways, I'm officially bored and kinda wanna go upstairs to read. Seeya fellow readers who probably don't exist, goodbye.

The way I know you know me, is simply because we've met, but the scent you release fills my head with vivid memories I wish I had cherished. You'd never given me a chance to say the unspoken words that I so badly wished to say, and things become uneasy the moment I avert my eyes. I don't know what future you and I hold, or if our paths will join again.

Date:	2007-10-04 16:57
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	okay

The words I scream and play, are but an empty doorway to what could have been and I know I should place just one more word, but it all tumbled at one false step. The serious want to become just like THEM brings arrogance and dismay to your life, and yet you want so badly to be your own, only to know what others think of you. So many times you hear people talk about others as though they are bad, and one small thoughts brings you to that spot where you may have been talked about in a harsh sort of way.

No one understands life, nor do they try to dismiss the fact that they cannot find anything to prove what makes us, us. Later these words won't mean a thing, and will simply be laughed at, and they will mean nothing. Just something that once existed and brought about a depression that couldn't be matched.

JUST A STREAM OF WORDS RUNNING THROUGH THIS SMALL HEAD OF MINE.

I dream of a world that doesn't belong to the selfish desires that seem to fortell destruction in the eyes of a lone creature. No matter the differences, we see none, yet we blind ourselves with false promises that appear to bring a profound discovery of denial.

I dream of you, safely tucked away inside my arms, only to be a memory of sorrow and hate. A mind that is yours, but a body that is not, only to scream a name that I most adore from the mouth you once kissed so lovingly.

I dream of a wicked smile, belonging to no one, yet all connected by the want to reach into something we don't understand. Always the same questions of why, and never any answers, we fold it into a form we want, and yet we don't because we still ask.

I dream of you, night and day, as cliche as my words must sound, it's true. Alone beneath the water, words to make things sound better that hold a certain complication toward every lingering sentence. Too many words fit into many, a mind with several different paths, cannot choose just one, but all at once to make the confusion grow.

Date:	2007-10-04 16:35
Subject:	Foolish World
Security:	Public
Mood:	accomplished

Foolish people
Foolish minds
Foolish desires
Foolish beliefs
Foolish atmosphere
Foolish blood
Foolish misery
Foolish immaturity
Foolish acts
Foolish concequences
Foolish items
Foolish creations
Foolish towns
Foolish country side
Foolish electrics
Foolish old fashion
Foolish anger
Foolish tears
Foolish horoscopes
Foolish writings
Foolish letters
Foolish secrets
Foolish metal
Foolish objects
Foolish sayings
Foolish world.

No matter how much you look into this world, there are so many mixed emotions that plegue ones mind over and over again. The constant motion of an oceans current, brings back the memories tucked away within the darkest chambers of your psychotic mind.

Date:	2007-09-26 11:17
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	bouncy

Okay...so as I was typing on this particular journal entry, it suddenly disappeared. Great, huh? Haa haa haa, uh... no. Not really. I gave up on writing, so now I am continuing this the next day because I can. Nothing to it.

I seriously hate this class right now. Leadership or some crap. Goodie, good.... Anyways, we're watching a movie at the moment, and it's very...strange. Catching fish with your bare hands, isn't that great?

I have nothing really to say honestly, other than I am bored, and I feel as though this day is going by fast. It's good, yet I don't want to be here. I wanna be here during different conditions, which I won't say. Haa haa haa, sucks for you, huh?

Hmm.... I wonder... if... meh, no. No I don't wonder. It's not apart of my nature at the current moment, so I won't go there. I wanna go home and take a shower. I think I need one.

BUUUUUUUUUUT, I get a brand spanking new jacket today. It's a jean jacket, and it's gonna be big and fluffy and fuzzy. Well, it's a guys jacket, but those are the most comfyiest. Muah hah hah hah hah.

I wonder... Hmmm..... NEVER!

Date:	2007-09-24 15:56
Subject:	Blah....
Security:	Public
Mood:	predatory

I am here at home, and yet I don't really feel anything. I am just sorta here with nothing to do. I don't want to socialize with anyone really, but I do kinda want a soda... Mmm, Mountain Dew sounds good.

*pause*

Okay, I am back and enjoying a nice MD. Yum, gotta love the Dew.

Date:	2007-09-24 11:11
Subject:	In Class
Security:	Public
Mood:	bored

I'm in class, though there's nothing really to do anymore. All the homework due for the class on Friday, is done. Yup, all done. Either way, I am bored!! I also realized something, I have to friends here, haa haa haa. I am a one person ranter!

Squirrels...heh, wonderful.

Date:	2007-09-24 00:48
Subject:	Pissy
Security:	Public
Mood:	>=(

Damn. Ever wonder why people just decide to say sorry when something doesn't concern them? Like if you get dumped, someone says sorry. Don't you just HATE that? I do, just because they have no reason to say sorry. It's not like they are the ones who are breaking up with you or making your life a bit more complicated. SO WHY SAY SORRY? Honestly people, look at the common sense inside this comment.

My dad makes me mad. As does my mom. But I guess that's the parents job, but hell, why does it have to be so frequent?! As if I don't have enough issues to deal with already, but that's not the point, now is it?

My point is...WHY DO PEOPLE SAY SORRY WHEN THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!?

Date:	2007-09-23 21:03
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	cynical

I just spent most of my night trying to figure the damned color scheme out for my live journal. WHY CAN'T THEY JUST MAKE IT SIMPLE?! Granted, I've barely had sleep but hell if I care. I just happen to be rather...crazy? Who knows, all I know if that there may be something wrong with me. This is like...my fourth rant today! Haa haa haa haa! Isn't it great!? Muah hah hah hah!

I also finally got to find a froggie icon that's totally me. Also found a monkey, but for now, Foamy takes the spot light!

Date:	2007-09-23 19:30
Subject:	To idiots of this world!
Security:	Public
Mood:	amused

I see the same people in the news over and over again...and yet they continue to get to go bye-bye from jail. Hmm, now couldn't this be apart of society and it's constant issues? If a person goes to jail or prison due to having meth, then...shouldn't they stay there and pay their time instead of being released, only to be arrested for crashing their sports cars into someone else and nearly killing them? Personally, I would rather be in jail for only one crime, than two. <--this here is about a friends step-dad.

I have to ask though, what goes on through a mind of someone who does these acts, hmm? =] I'd really, really like to hear someones opinion on this, especially if it has been someone who has actually been to jail or prison.

Please send me your opinion on this topic! And, if you wish not to say this in public, email me at i_hate_candy_ravers@msn.com

Hmm... Hmm... Hmm...

No wonder we're all going to Hell. =]

Date:	2007-09-23 19:09
Subject:	Squirrely
Security:	Public
Mood:	geeky

Squirrels...they are soo....odd. Yes, that's right, I said squirrels are odd! What are you gonna do about it? Nothing I imagine, seeing how no one here knows as to where exactly I am. Which is good, considering the fact there are tooooo many idiots out there.

Anyway, my point to this damned post is...well, merely to rant. But what, you might ask. Simple.

SQUIRRELS!

I can't even tell you if I am spelling that right, but I could care less. HOW DID SQUIRRELS COME TO EXIST!? I mean, seriously. What family do they belong in? They don't seem all that...I dunno popular. I once knew this one chick who got bit by a squirrel. Serves her right though. F%$cking b#$ch. She stole my penguin pencile, so she had what was coming to her! It was my favorite pencile, and she stole it, then the next day she got bit by a f$%cking squirrel! How great is THAT?!

I thought so... But that's just cause I'm an insane lunatic who's feelings a bit geeky.