This break was easily the best of my entire life. It started of by getting to hang out with all of my close friends on Tuesday, having a mini-street race with Jerome (as if I would actually drive as fast as he does), and juking Matt to take the Wifey to McDonald’s. Thursday I got to see my family, and play World’s Greatest Villain for the first time ever. I actually understand it!...
Oh my God. Seriously. I’m so over you. If you could just shimmy your way out of randomly popping into my life, That’d be fan-frickin’-tastic.
While no one besides myself cares… My account currently has over 1 million gold. I never thought that would happen.
Here’s the problem. I’m in over my head, But I don’t want to get out.
It’s my last night being a kid. I don’t really know what to think.
Well, isn’t this problematic.
Oh, Tuesday EL days. I love you almost as much as my throat hates you.
Time to close on another chapter of my life. I’m really sick of this.
I thought of a million things I was going to say about what just happened a few moments ago, But then I realized, it’s not even worth retelling.
I’m so glad my college students are back. (:
School starts a week from today. I’m not excited.
Fina-fucking-ly. After three tries, I got my license. And while I was finishing the paperwork, I saw Mr Esser getting his Wisconsin license. I freaked out.
I’m actually really excited - It just recently occurred to me, That one of these days, you’re going to miss me, And by the time you do, I won’t feel anything for you anymore.
I need to buy a slue of posters. My walls have been the same for far too long.
When life turned out this way for me in the past, I used to drug myself into sleep. I’d try to do anything I could to be out of consciousness. I’d wake up at noon, and roll over and continue to sleep. This is different. Now, I stumble off to bed early in the morning, And wake up at the smallest sound. I’m swallowed by the world around me - I feel like I’m trapped in a...
Today is going to be extraordinarily long.
If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs, “the bark on the trees was...– Louis Sachar, Holes