There is no death, there is the force.

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 05:18:09 GMT

Sometimes I just feel like I'm a terrible boyfriend.

Sun, 28 Dec 2008 16:43:32 GMT

I can't go to work tonight.

Sun, 28 Dec 2008 08:28:39 GMT

I'm so scared right now.

It's hard to sit and wait, and have nothing but hope to hold on to when you haven't an idea what to expect.

I don't want to lose Camille. I can't. I've worked too hard, she means too much to me.

I'd change anything for her.

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 06:31:25 GMT

FUCK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 20:45:30 GMT

Every fucking weekend turns out like shit.

I hate all of this fucking bullshit.

Last night sucked majorly, and tonight is already looking like it's going to blow.

I can't believe I actually look forward to ANYTHING anymore. Why the fuck do I do that? I just ruin everything.

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 14:22:53 GMT

So this was the lamest weekend I've ever had. Easily.

Tue, 06 May 2008 01:10:36 GMT

Summertime, and the living is easy.

One more final and a proficiency essay.

Almost there.

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 08:06:09 GMT

This Ben Folds song should not affect me like this.

I don't understand what's going on, and I can't handle it. I'm not ready.

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 04:52:38 GMT

I smoke cigarettes, and I smoke weed. It isn't that big of a deal.

Updated Forever

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 05:35:08 GMT

So biggest, but most concise update ever:

As of right now, I've been in a four month long relationship with Camille, and it's still going strongly.

I quit working at Marble Slab a few months ago, and now I'm a line-cook at Reginelli's Lakeview.

I smoke weed more occasionally than less.

I go to UNO.

And I every so often have a series of doubts that go through my mind about my life.

I'd say that I am an average human being.

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 04:02:38 GMT

I can't even fucking explain myself to the one person I've grown able to talk to.

That's how obnoxious this is.

Sorry for being vague, but I'm being monitored.

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 05:31:32 GMT

Camille is no fun to talk to on the phone when I'm updating my journal because she expects me to talk to her and write this at the same time, which is impossible.

But yeah, I'm back in town, hopefully for good.

And Camille makes funny noises when she eats a pear while on the phone.

Best ever.

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 20:20:44 GMT

So this is just ridiculous.

Really ridiculous.

Sat, 10 Nov 2007 06:14:07 GMT

WHAT?!? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? Hypocrite.

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 17:07:27 GMT

So this is a few days late but for some reason while I zoned out in math I just got really angry about this again, so I decided to put it into my livejournal. Ahem,

I don't give a shit about what you think considering you know next to nothing on the topic. It's simply amazing how you can have the audacity and gall to berate and lecture me on this kind of shit when you're the one who fucked me over entirely for about four months. I finally moved the fuck on and started over and this is how you fucking act? Give it a rest. You're. Fucking. Loss.

And don't give me your shit about how you think our relationship is going to change. Of course it's going to fucking change. I spent every second I was with you flirting so that maybe you'd make up your goddamned mind. Yeah, like I'm going to keep doing that shit. I don't know how to act around you now. But seriously, don't you dare tell me what to do.

hahahahahahaha, this is so fucking vague. It's not like anyone really reads this. The only person who does already knows all of this. I <3 u Laura Marshall. GET THAT TATTOO!!

In other news, Ted Leo covered Daft Punk, Of Montreal did Purple Rain, and Final Fantasy covered Destroyers at Fun Fun Fun. I also bought a pair of corduroy shorts and a plaid shirt with two rock 'n roll guitars embroidered above the pectoral area.

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 08:33:03 GMT

So I don't remember much. This is what I do remember, though.

So at first I just really needed to sit down. So I did. Then I really wanted to lie down, so I did that as well. Then someone carried me, and I was on the grass next to a fence while some random people I didn't know talked to me. One guy was really pretty cool and kept me laughing, which I guess helped me to keep breathing. The only person I knew around me was Allison. I'd randomly see her standing to the side. That was comforting. Like, really comforting.

Then I was on a stretcher, being pushed around for God knows how long. I finally ended up in the ambulance, and for some reason it seemed a lot smaller inside than I expected it to be. The ride was pretty smooth, but I think that might have been because I was strapped in so tightly.

The nurse at the hospital was wearing a yellowish puke colored pair of scrubs, and she had she had short hair. Dyke, maybe? Regardless, she was a bitch. She kept trying to get me to 'confess' the drugs I had taken at Voodoo. I told her that I only took one hit off of the weed, but that dumb, yellow puke colored bitch didn't believe me. Whatever, she's dyke, and she has to live with that. She also tried to take my blood pressure like five times, laying down, sitting up, and standing up. When she stood me up, I got nauseas and threw up on the ground. That's what she gets, that dyke.

The doctor I had was old and bald, but seemed like a cool guy. He put some medicine in my IV that made me go to sleep.

I woke up in my bed at my house, and really wanted to talk to Camille. My phone wasn't by me though, so I had to find it. As I got out of bed, I realized I had a bandage around my left arm, from the IV, and a thing on my right arm from where they drew blood. I had all these plastic things stuck to me chest and on either calf. Probes, apparently. I got my phone, called Camille, she didn't answer. So I called Allison.

And I thanked her for staying with me as long as she did.

So my mom woke up and told me that I had to go to sleep. She said that if I feel up to it, I can go to Voodoo tomorrow. That's good, because I still have to buy Sarah's shirt. Small and Black.

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 02:39:32 GMT

So things worked out for the best, regardless of my pessimism. I'm really happy, too. Hurrah!

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 16:27:49 GMT

I think I may have screwed myself over.

Oh, goodness.

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 04:06:11 GMT

So Emma asked me to a dance. I'm really excited about that. Like, really effing excited.

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 21:49:49 GMT

radiohead

in rainbows

faust arp

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 16:03:24 GMT

Recently, Emma and I decided that some higher power is determined to not let me have a laptop. It's been predestined that I just don't get one. I'll relate to you the entire story as to why we've come to this conclusion.

CHAPTER 1:

It's the summer after my senior year, and things are going great. I'm doing shows, enjoying myself, and basically just partying. With the looming specter of the end of the summer quickly showing itself, I decide it's time for me to finally order my laptop from this website that a bunch of friends had used and were entirely satisfied with, ibuypower.com.

I make my way to the site, build a badass laptop costing around $1700 and place my order. They told me it'd ship in about 5-10 business days, and I'm giddy with anticipation. After about three weeks of waiting, my patience ran thin. After numerous calls, I finally get in touch with a person from ibuypower. According to them, the case I had ordered was malfunctioning with the specs I had asked for. Just wanting to get a computer, I gladly pay the extra hundred or so bucks to upgrade to a different case that could support the specs that I wanted.

So they have to start over. It's another 5-10 business days before they ship it, and we opt to pay the money for overnight shipping, since by this point I've already moved to Hattiesburg and don't have a computer. It finally comes in, and my parents drive it to me.

I open it, and it has Windows Vista on it. One of the main reasons that I ordered off of ibuypower is that they let you have XP instead of Vista, a huge plus considering I had heard nothing but bad about Vista. After a few days of using it, I realize why I'd heard what I'd heard, Vista is terrible. I call ibuypower again and get into a fight with them about it, and they finally yield and send me an XP disc.

Long story short: Vista doesn't like to be taken off of a computer. I couldn't do it. So I sent back my ibuypower laptop and went to Best Buy.

I buy a white Macbook. And after a day of using it, I loved it. The next weekend I decided that I wanted to upgrade my two 512meg sticks of RAM for two 1gig sticks. I was scared to install them myself, since I didn't know exactly how Mac did that kind of stuff, so I let the Geek Squad do it. To both of our amazements, the 512meg sticks they pulled out had crazy madcore corrosion on it. Apparently, my motherboard was eroding. They figured my macbook was at least a year old. I told them that I had bought it a week ago, and they freaked out.

Best Buy eventually said they'd exchange me for a new laptop. So they go to grab one, but they were all sold out. In fact, every Best Buy as far as Jackson was sold out. The manager said he could upgrade me for free to the Black Macbook with a slightly larger hard drive.

They start the tranfer of all my user settings from my white to my black. About three hours later, I go back to pick it up. The new Macbook that I had was ridiculously scratched up. Like, crazy fucked up. So they say they'll switch it out again. I had to wait another two hours before the user settings were transferred, and now I have this one.

And I'm almost sure that the amount of shit I went through wasn't worth it, considering my desktop is still better than my laptop.

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 06:43:46 GMT

I'm secretly very afraid about a lot of things.

Very, very afraid.

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 21:59:34 GMT

What an interesting situation I have put myself into.

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 17:26:30 GMT

I'm far too obstinate to abdmit that I'm wrong, but in this case, I don't think that I'm wrong at all.

I don't understand how someone can hide the bad qualities about themselves when you first meet them. I guess I just didn't see it at first.

If you aren't accepting of the way I am, too bad. I don't plan on changing the way I act because you don't like it. I'm eighteen years old. I've been in two relationships. It's just retarded to think that I would alter anything about to self to appease someone else.

Not happening. Did you hear that? Not. Happening.

Tue, 08 May 2007 04:18:48 GMT

1. I'm the Cat in the Hat.
2. I'm going to USM
3. Whatwhatwhat?