Ughhhh. I put off my essay for hella long, and it is due tomorrow. It isn't a reall essay, it is for history. I mad ehell plans for next friday, well not really, but kind of, and now I have weekend duty. I am getting this shit covered. Hopefully gettin helllaaa drinks, and then me and Calvin head to my new holmie Alexandria's so she can gimme a hair wrap, get tipsy, go to Sean's, get drunk, go to Arturos, get wasted. I really want to, and I haven't in forever. I don't know if Art's is Friday or Sat though.

worts part is Alex is SUPER fine, my style, almost 20, plus I probably have a chance, and I'm with Amanda. It is getting harder and harder to keep that girl around. I don't understand the point anymore. No matter how this ends up, I'm going to be in trouble. We break up now, I get hella shit. We break up then, I get hella shit. I'm not getting anywhere sexually, and I don't even care. She said that I kept "chickening out", and I'm thinking to myself, "chickening out of what? I'm sorry I want to write my essay instead of sticking my hand down your pants and making out for a few hours." I don't like blue balls. Actually I guess I'm sort of mad.

I can't wait for fucking summer. Even if nothing happens, I gota shot right? maybe not even, I donno. I don't care, the possibility of a shot is good enough.

I hope Calvin's weekend went okay, he is in hella shit.

I learned a little drop D TrashTalk punk songs, not like it is hard.

This paycheck: 2/3 rolls film, send package, buy BOOZE, then depending on how much I have, guitar. I want my own shitty electric. I want one bad, but I probably can't afford it.

What else. I could be all oldschool and talk shit directly to Jordan on here. Well not really shit I guess, just a bit jaded. Not even jaded, I just got roundabouted. Fuck Michael. I'll talk shit on him. Mother fucking bastard. There aren't words for this shit, and on top of it no one, other than maybe me Lindsay and Peter, give a shit that this is fucked up. I'm not even really pissed any more, I just want to be, or maybe I'm indignant out of sheer principle. I'm pretty sure that is it.

If you two want to be together, just fucking do it, stop being all snake in the grass and do it already. You can't do much more damage, so stop making it all shiny and shit. That made no sense.

I wrote my essay a bit and now I'm back. Fuck the Cold War.

I just don't udnerstand all this love crap Jordan keeps talking about. Of course she can fall in love again, you don't get one God damn try at this shit. If you think Michael will work out, fuckign grow a pair and do it. I just don't get it, but then again, I'm ready now.

FUCKINGBSLLNUTSTITTYWHISTLEASSFARTDONKEYDICK.

I mean I love everyone that moves, mostly. I mean I can only say that I have LOVED a very small amount of women, but I know for DAMN SURE that that wasn't the end of MY love life. I'm not even close to down, and I won't be until I'm dead. I know what I want in life, I just gotta convince the girl.

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