+++ title = “01” date = 2003 +++ God it’s way too late to be up, yet I am. Today was Monday, a snowday, and it was a pretty good day all in all. I woke up around 11 or so and had a bagel for breakfast. And jesus, I just realized I haven’t gotten out of the house at all. Then I took David’s lyrics and worked the shit out of them.

I never thought I’d start writing in my LiveJournal again EVER, but here I am again. In case you’re reading this, and wondering why I go around talking shit about livejournals and how they are for people who complain and shit… maybe people need that outlet. But here’s the deal… any complaining, or negative thinking that’s gonna occur will happen in a private entry. So the venting stays in the vent.

take my advice. don’t ever take calculus. ever. it’s the biggest bitch you’ll ever have to do EVER. I hate it, I hope it dies. I really really really need a hug

Zia: lemme know if you’re interested in going with me Billy: ill get back to you Zia: ok you get back to me like john mayer Billy: ill let you know when im comfertable Zia: dude cmon it’s df Zia: *dc Zia: don’t you have a city love Zia: do I have to tell you 83 times Billy: 83 times? dont mess with forever Billy: hello? i dont have til st patricks day here?

I swear that I’m bi polar. It just happens, I’ll be in the best mood and all of a sudden it gets deflated. I start listening to depressing music, writing really depressing songs, and … writing in my live journal 🙂 Everyone should buy the new Wilco album. It’s just so perfectly raw. The music is just beautiful and jeff tweedy’s lyrics are perfect. Back to me sinking. I dunno, I was so high… so high up.