refreshingly filliing the old world's bustle

what is it what is it.
the barrier of undeniable truths. my paper is in "finito"
this is my first ex hale. already I've attempted to rekindle my lost romance with my slamming "geee-- tar" following its chords, already i feel slamming.
ma found a Heineken in the fridge, as is, it was funny when she said we don't drink that here. i dont know who it was, but if it was you, you're in big trouble.
them and the rest of the clan are back from the wild, formaly known as Yosemite. I'm sure they too were slamming, as i would, if i were having a blasting time. sooon though, i too will find freedom. at last, as atleast.it comes with enough delight to motivate one to speak.
the funnest part was dans paris. it was on repeat, entirely, 3 days straight.

already,
i miss everyone around me.

IM TIRED.
LOVE ME.

i almost forgot.

IM NEVER SURPRISED ANYMORE.

if you're into suppression. obsession. depression.
if you're a controlling converting piss.
positively
i want you out
OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!!!!

you need to know, the answer is yes.

i spent my entire life of april 18 and 19 and 2008 with miko and matt and all it cost me was my life. they are unruffled. providing that camp effect.

i love them for good.


i feel stupid half the time, out of it. in it. over it. bouncing flat in it. or like a big sentiment, or sentence, settling. together with it, i'm bored.

it was nice in the morning when i wasn't pressured to find out an outfit and my vacation looked like hawaii. this was great because the film was rolling as i was yelling and suddenly again, i felt ok.

i'm not prepared. but, still i want to live in you, at the hop.


fetching a freckle, face, maze, corn, and forever hold my peace.
monday morning i have to remember: meet d. tom, for extra help. when it comes to NaCl3, im the master.

NO NO NO NO!!!

it is not so great when I'm not dropped off to the masonic and haight when i have to scramble around fishing change to go in a hurry. i am absolutely beyond any control sick of the bare walls the coughed crazies elevator nastiness. forest hill station i hate you. i can almost die.


hurry up.
back home.

my ideas on females: males: babies: mating: hello goodbye obvious interaction concludes in a small research paper titled:

"Looks and everything into the world of love and attraction."
I've been trying to write it for the past couple ah decades and today lessened learned i figured that with in ones wings the flight is never given. i made this up myself and now I'm motivated to do good. i must graduate i must i must. no more rubios, no more picture taking, or blog rolls, or breathing quietly under the arms of a llama. none of that. nothing for me, as my fate is to pile myself under the screen of my teleporting lap top under the eyes of my web cams holy lens. I'm sorry potato, there's no more time for you. not now, not ever. well forever, there's later.

later is funner. attention wil be fully yours. poeple are organically grown to self implication. the obvious being a committing promise of forever dangling freely like a babies rattle. we'll maneuver our way forward until we cant take it, until the unbearable juice of forever is flooding and we cant help but to look separate ways. its a scramble for fear. an empty promise of burnt bacon, of drinking spoiled milk to wash down the overdue eggs that roasted in the velvet cupcakes. its a horrible disease, but we cant fight nature.
so don't fight it, as later will always come.

I'm talent and no one even knows it. hurry up and realize already! i am the best.
people also confuse me for other people, they call me different names. sort of, i like it. when people mistaken me for my hero, i almost melt. ken just added me on face book, already i feel accepted. you've got to know it, and if you don't it hurts.

all fun all the time:

"you got a really nice mindset i like your style."

i dont want to go. anywhere ever. im finshing up this:__c3oh+___ox2 -->__co2__h2o
jesus. i cant balance anything. time or words and all that comes between people and plans and places to go and leaving to come back to stay or to be boring.

i dont care, i hate you.

this time i didn't go to school again, and you would think it'd be easier, since id have to be there at 12. i promised myself not to leave until my clothes were dry and heated and then i could leave after i nuzzled my face into them and put everything on.
i stayed awake and folded everything eating a sandwich with jalapeno yogurt cheese honey ham papaya mango salsa on wheat, apple granola with berry yogurts, two servings of peach salsa and chips.

Ive made a pretty big fool of myself , more than a few times. more than one finger can count, so far you can jump to your toes and look out at the stars and it'll make plenty.
I'm progress. is it that I'm trying to figure it out and cope and blame anyone else, or its that i cant think at all. i just feel this awkwardness in myself from being here.

im totally boring

here

and me

6 minutes, ready go!
i just put some lasagna in my hello kitty Tupperware and went through all my shoe boxes and found my bambu spork.
when i think of lasagna i think of the time i brought a box over and we ate it while watching the office but honestly it was old and nasty. ill be eating it while on the j while on my way to school to deliver my freakonomics book report. i have to hurry.