Trashed and Scattered

Life, you son of a bitch, you are always trying to kill me.  Doing something tonight would be great, but that whole speeding ticket thing has messed with my chances of having fun, and just as they weren't really caring about the punishment as much they receive my wonderful midterm...F in jap, B- in physics.  w00t....kill.me. 

    I need to clear my head.  I need people to stop being assholes about certain choices I've made.  Thatnks to the select of people i actual search for approval in disapproving a choice made I now no longer want what I once did.  *thumbs up* Thanks guys!  Now I have to take care of that and it'll be oh so much fun.  *eyeroll*

    I'm hitting a lot of topics today because I can't talk about them too much without giving them away...being vague is what I'm all about.  Drifting through life is getting me nowhere.  I need focus, a guide, instead of all of these pricks.  I want my sister to believe me when I say that I have that F because of Rosetta Stone, I want moving on to be easier, I want falling to hurt less, and most of all I want you to stop, take a look around and actually mean you are changed.

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Somebody Hates Me

I have been skankin my ass off lately. It is really tempting to start a ska band next year for Graff. It would definitely have to be the quintet if we had one. Some may say its impossible, but I think with the right people it could happen, especially if we played Suburban Rhythm...it would blow the audience's mind.

I guess I'm getting tired of people thinking something is wrong with me. I dont really know and I probably won't tell you even if you ask. Its an Eric thing? Idon'tknow. I thought I really needed to write one of these, but now that I have started it seems like it will suck, pretty much like the others, yet I will ramble on anyway. U.S. Hist. Project/Paper due soon, should start that...eh fuck it...no more I'm not even in the mood for this.

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