5:24 p.m. x 2004-05-05
1OF COURSE KARI IS FREAKING YOU OUT AND IRKING YOU!
IT IS HER JOB, ISN'T IT?!
bore witness to fantastically eerie motivational speech today. i commend the speaker because he wasn't miserable and he wasn't boring, and i got to sit and make eyes at my sister's best friend, who is wildly frightened of me.
passed out on my bed in an L-shaped position and woke up with writhing pains getting jiggy all over my spine. OH MY FUCKING LORD, THE PAIN - and all day, practically stitched to my backpack for whatever reason. it didn't feel very school-y today.
and so it begins...
oh hey, in VICE magazine, vol. 8, no. 10, december 2001 - there's an article called "hooray for hate" and everyone should read it. it's sad and hilarious, like the motivational speech, except i didn't plan on driving or drinking in the first place...at least none of this aformentioned madness made me cry like that anti-drug speech i listened to after getting ditched at that creepy assembly thing. UGH.
don't underestimate me, or my ability to alienate you out of your very own skin.
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start