Evidence of MDA's include cuts and bruises and NO MEMORY how you got them. Thats ityou want anything else then you get a car and drive at least an hour away for something better. You can post your own personally written poetry/prose/anything here, and we also have section for artwork and photography, and muc more. Maybe I won't even do anything and I'll just go to Bry's and talk. So you offer up yourself and anything they want. Come all you whom I owe, who I have harmed, who desire anything of me. I filled out an application yesterday, and I get a call from Anchor Man today asking me to come in for an interview on Friday. Friday morning I got up, brushed my teeth, hustled the kids onto the bus and headed out for the yard sales. I believe I left off with my entires on Friday when Steve slept over my house. I am still trying to get my brain and spirit around all the stuff I encountered there. I prayerfully believe that my life is going to be very different from now on. But I don't want to believe that. And that would be to the point where I don't want to try. If anyone has an uncle that works at the Icehouse, we think that would be rocking awesome.

Lately, though, I've had to censor what I say for fear of negative repurcussions. What griping do you want to hear? Readers need to remember and respect that. That's just all there is to it. If you think about it grade 10 is just time to prepare yourself and get used to IB it is called PRE IB after all..

I told Bubbles how Id seen Gothika earlier in the day etc., and then went on to add that seeing the film had actually made me uncomfortable in parts. I woke up having to go to the bathroom around 6am, it was then I discovered that I was wet and promptly woke Jase up for him to discover that he was wet as well. I had a dream the other day where a baby boy was sitting on my shoulders. I tried to remove the bird, but couldn't - he too was stuck. The second game was the worst, because there was nothing to block the wind, and like I said, I couldn't even see. How fucking important do you think you are and where were you going in such a hurry that you cant slow down for stopped traffic?

We need to catch up. Instead, I'm sitting here at my desk waiting to watch acts one and two of my next episode with my boss, because They Need Help and I'm not sure if we can get this bitch into shape before we send it out to our lovely boss tomorrow. So, I had to slap an Air Force one on instead. Anyway, instead of just focusing on the negative and flow from that, I'm going to say what happened today.

But anyway, on to the actual content of your diary. Oregon has beautiful beaches and beach towns, but do you know that I've never been to one when it was the proper season? I've been realizing more and more that you people out there who read my blog..... most of whom I've never met...... have a better idea of where I am at any given moment, than my parents do. When the time comes I know that you'll take care of me and be the great guy I know you as. I do know we have the same passions, and many of the same interests, and we get along so well all a great start. Then we rented Field of Dreams great to see, the day after the visit and retired to bed. What the fuck did I do that was so wrong? Multiculturalists are those dull, PC people who refuse to rank-order cultures and who insist that any culture is good, so long as it isn't Western and secular. Have I ever mentioned that I have the greatest father in the entire space-time continuum?

I would reccomend it. Or would you go out laughing, spurting blood everywhere? Who would you like to be, dream self or real self? Where would you live? Your dream self, not who you are right now! There are no locks in my house for the bedrooms so i tried to seclude myself in my room with a chair leaned up against the bottom of the doorknob. Are you, for your own life and actions, pro-life or pro-choice? I stay so wrapped up in what I do at work and in my everyday life that I don't even think about that part of me.

He frowned, not understanding the riddle behind her prophecy. I thought he hated me, but he and I have since come to an understanding. I am young and do not have very much experience in life. That there are so much more important things in life. But my dilemma unfolds thusly: whatever shall I do when things are no longer lovely? I can talk to her about whatever lame thing I want, and either she's already interested in it too, or she takes an interestablished And I feel like I can just as easily talk to her about heavier things, about whatever I'm feeling, just as easily. She was more excited about seeing the planes than I was.

I wasn't trying to start a fight, but I'll take some Devian love. I'm getting tired of the monopoly Devian has on all the Courtney love. Indulgence was the word of the evening, from chocolatinis to chocolate cream crepes, delectability was palpable in the air. As we received the check, I was told dessert was on the house due to my V.I.P. I got a 95 on the last test which brings my average to a 79.75. I just talked to allie on the phone.. I didn't really talk to him til the night he asked me to model for his life-painting final. They were all between 23-25, so I didn't try to pick up on any guys. I can't really think of anything else that happened at the dance but it was definately the best dance that I have ever been to. I wasn't freakishly quiet, though I did go through a quiet period, now that I think about it, plenty of others at the table didn't say much, either.

As a former waitress, I can more than relate to the tales of this woman who waited tables for twenty years to support herself while trying to make it as a writer. Thats more than my mother makes in a year. Its just more fun. I did so well the first couple months, then just let it slide. My first real boyfriend had just broken up with me. Would you be interested in getting in touch with him? Was wondering if you may be part of them. I was just fucking worried about him. Well, not worried, but conflicted.

I strive to be a rockstar. I'm going to try my hand at music journalism, which is my next dream career besides actually being a rock star. It was actually very shocking. I think my body's going to shit cause of me constantly being on the ground and shit.. He cleaned every square inch, threw away boxes of crap, hung up all the pictures and doodads that had been in piles since he moved in. I'm not here to be the fnuny person all the time, though God knows I feel that expectation on me. I know that if I let myself slip, I'll take people I care about with me, and that's not what I want to do. AM I really selling myself short or am I just comming to grips with reality? Maybe I see myself for what I really am, and the rest of the world is looking in on a veiled room. Also this is my diary and if you don't like what you read, then I suggest you move on to another diary. I moved on to this entry and felt you could've talked about what you are going through as well as your friends. I don't know what they are going to do after this year.