01.27.03 - 9:04 am
what pitiful state has a guy reached to type out a diaryland entry in english class. i suppose it's okay since it's just a traditional comp and not a lit course.
i'm so tired.
i woke up 10 minutes late for class, and it's butt ass cold outside. walked to class. almost fell asleep.
thus is my life.
i don't get the gold membership. i guess it's only usefulness is to pay tribute to a free service. plus gaining a way to market your ideas in an environment whose social chaos is just a tad short of a bangkok brothel. i mean >> it's an orgy of information on here. i know more about you than i think you ought to give away. and i can say that... because honestly, who knows who i know about. this confusing? not really.
i could mention about a 100 things right now. about 99 1/2 i won't. i'm too tired to challenge the world right now. i wonder if any hero, any poet, anyone whose ever bled for any reason has ever had the ability to just say fuck it.
i doubt it.
i'm no hero, and i'm no poet, and bleeding fucking sucks. motivation seems to be a pool to drink life in which i've died striving for. at least, that's the way i felt. i feel better. that's all that counts, right? i cried watching when harry met sally.
and i can safely say, i was alone, in the dark, and very cold. my heater doesn't work in my room. bitchy. i've caught myself being very emotional lately. not that i'm a hard kinda guy. but just lately... i don't know. i miss her. i want to kiss her like harry kisses sally. you know? the new years kiss? that's a good kiss.
