He was eating Burker King and getting fries and trash on the floor. And then I called, to confirm the address, and miraculously, he had gotten the letter only a few minutes after I posted it! Then you get 5 minutes of their precious time and then you leave. Then I opened my e? mail to find a letter from a reader. Too much, too fast, and then of course the whorking. Ate dinner at home and then Kaitlyn came over around 6. But the other night they had a buncha guys jumpin' around on some bars and shit. And the Spider's Tale - always trying to give both sides of the story! We were walking from the restaurant to the Irish pub, and who did we run into? Jamie walked in the restaurant. She has written a poem that breaks the news that we're all allowed to go home.

Muffin Man says: Have i offended you in anyway? Anyway, not much else going on. I'm so glad we have her. I have sat up waiting for Alfred to call me tonight.

I finally figured out how to do something that has been eluding me for the longest time. Mom quit her job, Trish tore lotsa ligaments in her leg, Laya just got out of surgery, Mom still hasn't told me the updatage about anything, and yeah. We hurried up and cleaned up and got out pretty early! It's funny because the few guys i've been mad at, they've told me that i give really painful looks, and my eyes just get so deadly.

Anything else you want to know just ask me! Hobo Knives Don't Even Know What A Nassdar Is!?! I don't know what it would take to heal or even soothe that pain. When I don't journal, I feel a bit guilty, a bit detached. So I don't know what's real and what's not. I try to imagine that it doesn't exist or that I don't have the right to feel it. I dont miss home nearly as much as I thought I would, and other than the worry that I may not be able to pay my tuition on time I am relaxed and at ease. I thought she might try again so I went to turn the phone off but she bet me to it and rang me again. I thought of her as Class Mom, when we went to the pumpkin farm for a Halloween field trip. And the rest of the stuff that I'd like to write in here, well, I'm just gonna keep it to myself for right now... I had a chance to meet her several times but never did and now I'm really glad I didn't. He plays the poor-me song - refusing to be happy alone, and refusing to take the necessary steps to meet this magical person that he thinks will solve all his problems. So Vero and I have done what we could to encourage him to go out, meet people, try to socialize - but he seems to think that someone perfect will just drop into his lap and make his life wonderful for him. So bored you got nothing else to do or a true masochist at heart? And so she went outside to look and it was gone.

Search the body and theirs no hole.... I die every night, i wake up reanimated, and sometime during the day my mind's refreshed into what i used to know and maybe i'll look back, and a smile will be forced from my face of what could be a horrible life but is kept together with a strong will... So anyway, I tried to fill my tire and the fucking valve fell off where someone had run over it or something, causing the hose to whip around madly. Thats what youd do, that is, if someone is in the car with you. That just freaked me out for the rest of the time I was there so I had to put that in this journal so someone could feel the same way that I did when I found out, that person is fine though, they just walked away from the hospital with cuts and bruises which is something to praise God for cause it coulda been way worst then it turned out to be. Id been out of the musical mainstream for more than ten years when we recorded RTW, and it was good to have someone non-judgmental with a huge reservoir of knowledge to draw from - someone whose influences were uncannily similar to mine. After several of these calls, they finally bit the bullet and told us that someone was out the back plucking Busby for dinner that night. And while all this was going on we heard a noise like someone was just constantly pressing on the carhorn of a car.

Sign My Guestbook! Sometimes I like to imagine that there is a Mister-Burns-style trapdoor in my brain, and I can just open it and send the stupid ideas plummeting, down to my stomach, to be dissolved by gastric juices. She has some kind of power over me sometimes. I had however, JUST started this diary, so despite my better judgement, I obeyed the nagging feeling that pressed me to come on-line and check d-land. I curiously wondered if this person had a diary because they had actually complimented me..... and it sounded like a guy, guys usually are scared of me, or find me apalling. And even my sweet strawberry started to pulsate.

I loved your comment about the engineering student. I don't know what was different about the last two nights, but I did actually sleep. If you knew your head was about to be cut off, would you keep your little country pride then? Additionally, I would like to openly apologize to Fred Schneider for stealing his stool at that weird Dutch Label CMJ show on Wednesday. I also just realized that I would have changed them anyway, so it doesnt matter. Both my cohort coordinator and I had been anxiously waiting to see if my mentor would show up, as she hasn't come to any of the other meetings. Sounds weird, but they're like two hippie teenagers, and I know that they would mesh well with every one in my cohort. If you would like to pay for 3 months of Gold membership for r-y-l, click the button below. I just don't want to force it, you know?

Make friends with the people in your classes. LOL who are these people who read my journal anyway? We might go out for a drink tonight for a friends b-day. When I tried, it always worked out badly. When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears, when you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears. So go on and scream, scream at me. Heathers, the Scream Trilogy, Serial Mom, the Ninth Gate, anything where Paul Walker takes his top off. We discussed culture more than anything else, and it provoked me into consolidating and expressing my sundry, fragmented thoughts and philosophies about my own relationship with Australian culture and the multitudes of cultures subsumed within it. But this is just me retreating to the safe anchor of my ideals; rationalising my individual aberrance and discontent by criticising Western culture. Western culture is indeed a culture, albeit one which seeks to mask its existence by giving individuals the illusion that they are in control, that God, society and Kings are dead, and that anything can be achieved if you just work hard enough. Secular in nature, tempered by the loose and impersonal perspective of Western culture but always mindful and suspicious of its influence, these pursuits are my only sources of meaning in a meaningless world.

Good luck with the boy. The Abu Ghraib prison scandal, the open-ended detentions at Guantanamo Bay, the erosion of civil liberties - all have contributed to a sense that America's democratic values have have been compromised during the war on terror. For it has been said so truthfully that it is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the agitator, who has given us the freedom to protest. How does anyone expect to get to know me even better, when the automatically assume that I'm shallow? There was a ditch directly in front of my tent that would act as my own bog when the rain filled it up & I even made myself a simple plank bridge to cross it, though it wasn't really necessary. Legend has it that there used to be a phone number you could call to listen to the sounds.... but then they started getting a huge volume of calls, so they decided to investigate. You do realize that I am getting FUCKED in the ASS by this, dont you? And I really hope, that I can continue to make this four-year best-friendship grow even longer! And we flirt shamelessly... and make out... and even had sex... and talked about having more sex. I saw about 20 minutes of it, and in that time they aired Alanis Morissette's You Oughta Know, which is a song I have liked much better since it stopped being so popular, Kelly Osbourne's Papa Don't Preach, a pretentious and arty video by Sonic Youth, and this one. Of course, he had plenty of time to master that stare, being in the Air Force for 20 years and all, 6 of those years in wartime as a DI. This past weekend, I spent quite a bit of time with Cool Library Chick, whom I've mentioned before seems to have a crush on me. Im really going to try to spend as much time with them as I can.

Is it a trap? Is it just inherently hard to stay in love and be involved with someone AND maintain loving friend and family relationships? Now Brittney pondered this thought about the thickness of the river ice and in her mind twisted it to the thickness of Erics cock. I am still trying to get my brain and spirit around all the stuff I encountered there. I close my eyes and dream of you and I and then I realize there's more to love than only bitterness and lies. At least Doctor T was prompt and I was in the exam room on time, with him there with me no less. The underlying theme Bush supporters was trying to push to the American people was how dare these liberals question this patriotic man at a time at war after 9/11. The one bright point is that these countries like Americans as people. Right now the United States is at 0.15 percent, and in the list of the richest countries and what they give to the poorest as a percentage, they are No.