Talk Show Host.

I really. Really am starting to hate it when I can notice someone looking at me. It's an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

And I'm just in a gloomy mood.

And salsa is kinda good.

Same with Arizona.

And I didn't know she was already dating someone.

This is why I need to stay away from things like these.

(I'm sorry.)

Knives Out.

I'll never be able to do anything right..

All you ever wanted.

<-- Before mildly depressing post, tiem for appreciation on this picture. Since you're blind, the small white caption reads; "When we die, we will be carried to heaven by Jeff Mangum and 1994 Rivers Cuomo.

Cheers to whoever did it.

You find out about some. You meet them. Gradually over time, you get to know the person, may it be things they like, do, etc, whatever. Eventually, wow, I'd like to be with this person. Then you come to your senses and realize it will never happen.

Obsession? Yes.

Lightness.

Lets say you see someone, and you say "Oh whatta fag" or "Look at this looser...etc" Now. If you're a heartless bastard, you won't feel any remorse to what you've said.

Whenever I say that thou, I feel bad for saying that afterwards, because, I don't know the person. He/she could be some awesome person that you're never met, now.. it's truly sad if they do live a depressed life, and that's just something that I've found I'm very sensitive to, I'll feel extreme regret.

But. If that person may live a happy, self-fulfilling life, that's an amazing thing, granted they don't take everything for granted, believe in spirits so they have an excuse to say "I'm off the cuff" or life any kind of sugar-coated mental life-style. And, that sounds contradicting or stupid, yes. "Oh they're happy, but don't be TOO happy." And that's not what I mean, by that, I mean that they live a realistic life-style.

I dunno what I'm even talking about lqtm, derpderpderp....

I think I'm bi-polar... and not like the, "Yay life! ~to~ FUCKING KILLING BABIES" bi-polar, like the, "Yay life! ~to~ I'm sad now." FREE MEDICATION ANYONE HUHU?

I'd also like to sell my Xbox to buy another $200 pedal lol, it's an addiction.

aaaaaaaaannd I dunno...

The morning bell.

What's there to say? Good food and good music. :3

Synapse to synapse.

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It's the sad truth...

Well. On another note. My dad is getting deployed in January 2012 to Iraq or Iran or whatever the fuck those turd humping Muslims live. For once I feel like, true fear. I'm really scared. He's a Reservist. 

What tops it off is that his unit is being issued armored patrol boats. Wonderful. Command is chocking on a dick. They know there will be a high risk. Then my dad starts talking about how yes, small arms (AK, light machine gun, etc) will not do anything, but a rocket propelled grenade (RPG)? That's the end. And snipers which is; ~boom~ ~body drops~ No one has any idea where the fuck it came from................ FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. YOUU. I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

So. uhm. yesh. School.

Another lonely year ahead! :D As long as I got my buddies I should be fine ^___^

And first period with a faggot named Robert Forster. Too bad I already know 3 senior friends in that class. And Robert is a socially awkward fuck, so. I win :)

You know, it's nice going to be with something to hug, even if that is a stuffed animal.

Morning M'lord, good morning Mr. Magpie.

So, I've been having some really weird/bad/even considerably good dreams lately.

I had one a while back in which I walked into a classroom the first day of school and Jonny Greenwood and his brother Colin were my teachers. Now I had another in which Jonny was playing a small gig in a cafe, and I was backstage watching him, which was awesome.

But then I have some other ones which are only bringing back memories...