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| I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know if I'm going anywhere, or if I'm staying here. All I know is, I've been thinking. And if I die soon, all I want is to have my work published, and to have my ashes shot into space. Or in the bahamas, I don't really care. All I know is, I can't deal with what's going on right now... | | |
| halfway through the trip... almost done now. I can't wait to get back to my normal life... only a week left until I'm back... | | |
| Yeah, I got bored with my camera, so I have a few new shots, and also a few old ones. You'll see how weird we all are, and how everything is around my house. I've been packing and loading the boat for the past two weeks, so we've gone insane around here...
This is Derek. With parts of a sheet wrapped around his head.
And my friend Nic, with his infamous condom. It was a weird sight for some people, we had to go to three different stores, five guys trying to buy one large nonlubricated condom... Don't ask.
We got bored during first hour last year. Very, very bored. We had a thesis that if you wear a cardboard robot suit around school, you won't get stopped by any of the APs. We were correct, actually...
Again, bored in first hour. We had to unpack and throw away boxes. We decided to try and make the tallest tower we could with the boxes. I think we succeeded.
My cousin Andi. 'Nuff said. ~.^ | | |
| I'm proud of my little cousin... She's quite the computer user. The HBO forums had a challenge posted by one of the staff members, so I was going through it when she messaged me. I gave her the link to the challenge, and she's already almost through it... It wasn't overly hard, but enough to stump the average user. YAY, ANDI! | | |
| "I should update my subjournal," I say to myself. "It hasn't been updated in ages, and I feel it's time to do so." But with what? With my current ideas? With my boyish yearnings? Or with a new poem? I wish I could do it all. I also wish that I didn't care who read it, and all of my journals would paint a very different picture about me. It would strip me of any defenses I put up, and allow you to see everything about me... Something I will never allow to happen. I wish I could, but I can't. You know how it goes. I need to break these walls down soon, so I can aloow the people I love to see who I really am. I don't have to "put on a face" anymore, because the one that's on never has come off since... I think around 5th grade. These walls have almost killed me, and are going to if it gets out of hand. I just wish that you could see me for who I really am. I wish could control this, but... I don't know. Those who know me can see through the cracks in the wall, but they aren't seeing all of the real me. When it comes out, you'll see a different side... If it comes out. | | |
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