tumblr

is where everyone now blogs.

but i'm not much for pictures?

so i'll stay with my blogger that i never really update anymore anyway

causeee i just don't have anything interesting to say.

oh. wait. no i have a speech.

that i prepared while relieving myself earlier.

you can have all the gifts in the world.

but if you don't find a way to apply them that benefits anyone at all.

they are for not.

because. no one will ever see you shine

the world will not marvel at your contributions

and you will fade away into the abyss.

forgotten.

without a single footprint

in the sand of life.

i thought of this because.

i'm the smartest person ever.

buut my problem is i haven't found an application suited for me.

buut i'm working on it.

i promise.

okay maaybe i just lied. just perhaps.

it'll come. it'll come.

just be patient....

mistakes

you never know what one is until after the fact.

i've been cutting ties to a lot of people recently.

i haven't really found too many new people worth keeping around.

once football is over, i don't know what kinda person i will be.

but i do know. i'll probably be alone.

i pretty much left the only girl i've seriously been with in high school.

it hurts. a lot.

but somethings you just have to do.

i'm distancing myself.

football is my life. every morning day and night is spent on football.

its strange how much of my focus is on a predominantly physical game.

i am the smallest person of the field. i must know the game better than anyone else.

anyone. i'm a very confused random happy little boy.

i have fun at school

no homework

no stress

andd all my little problems will eventually work themselves out.

i'm too young for headaches.

mood swings

i have the worst mood swings.

it makes it hard to make any substantial decisions.

what i want one day is not what i want the next

so for now. i am. just here.

and i will continue to be here.

as long as i don't have to make anything substantial before the end of football

i think i'll be good

cause football is routine

and routine is what i require.

Haha

why try.

i won't get down over this.

you said we might as well end now..

go ahead and do it.

buuuut it's not over

and we BOTH know that.

in other news.

i can't seem to get drunk anymore...

oh well.

another habit off the list...

just got one left. haha.

i miss a certain something, that it looks like i won't be having for a long time.

whatever. i'll live.

and if i can't. i'll just break a few morals... ohwell

that kinda describes my life right now.

just ohwell. everything'll work out.

Nazi Zombies

have nothing to do with this post, but at the same time have everything to do with it.

nobody really knows about this blog, except for people i oddly trust.

though i don't necessarily hang out with them.

anyway. the blog that i'm currently writing.

i had the oddest experience this morning

it was between a hallucination

a dream

and a really bad hang over...

it was like, i got involved with this girl

and it was just a normal day, and we chilled with my friends

but i was reading the book(actually)

but flashes of this alternate reality came flashing through my head.

and no matter which of the two worlds i was in, i had the worst headache of my life.

it was pretty horrendous... idk if i'd ever wanna go through that again.

but again. back to the blog at hand.

about my beautiful day.

i spent most of the day at jackie's playing games and generally getting beat...

i went home to grab my charger, when a person i have recently started associating with text me

requesting my presences at a local hang out spot, for the debut of a high school band, ish.

seeing as how this particular person has limited activity out of her home, i decided to go.

and what i stumbled on was one of the best most random spontaneous nights of my life

it is nights like this that i LIVE for.

an opportunity presented itself, i pursued it

and i had a kickass time

no drugs

no alcohol

just a bunch of teenagers, sitting in a parking lot

did i mention i managed to miss the entire show yet still stay for 2 hours?

i simply loved it.

in other news. i get easily disinterested with other girls.

i hate directing blogs towards people, but what's the point of acting like it's not to you.

Haley, this break IS good for us. or at the very least me.

it's showing me just how much i'm not compatible with anyone around but you..

i can't/won't put up with anyone else's shit.

you think i'm bad about texting you back, i straight ignore other girls.

i can't imagine a senior year without you.

it would be utterly pointless.

like nothing would hold any value without you...

all of that being said.

i'm still enjoying it.

i'd wish you'd be back already, but i'm making the best of it.

and that's just the truth.

you know, i may always wonder what may have been.

but i know what's best for me.

kinda.

is anybody out there?

it feels like i'm talking to myself.

eminem is beast.

and i repeat...

fuck this.

i shouldn't have to deal with it.

on my mind.

idk why, but i have been thinking about being single.

and it's not in a negative aspect about my girlfriend.

it's more about how much i'll miss her.

how i'll miss how we understand each other.

cause even if i find the most chill girl in the world.

she won't know the little things to do that'll make the day special.

she won't know how to calm me down,

how to leave me alone when i want to be left alone,

how to talk when i say go away.

honestly, i'm not looking forward to starting over.

for multiple reasons.

idk what its like not to have a serious relationship. or a main.

preferably, we'll be getting back together after a short break.

i try my hardest not to be a liar, though i'm good at it(i gotta have one good trait)

so how do i approach another female as anything but a fling.

and i'm just not good with "hoes" or "slutty" girls.

i like relationships. but i don't know if i can be by myself for a month. or two.

and people tell me, that i should be able to just wait for her to come back

be happy hanging out with my guy friends, and just being by myself.

i'm just not that kinda person. i like interest. the opposite sex is there for a reason.

all in all.

i wish my baby didn't have to leave.

fuck this

i shouldn't have to deal with it.

uhm...

yeah so i got on facebook today

and there were 3 separate new relationships...

and i'm not gonna lie, made me a little sad.

cause everyone is getting together and being happy,

and my relationship is coming to an end...

and there isn't really anything i can do to stop it.

isn't that a shitty way to start a sunday morning.

it's just one of those days

12 days until my birthday

i hate the feeling i'm losing you.

but i will lose you

and there isn't a single thing i can do about it.

i hate it.

i love you so much.

you don't even understand.

anyway.

i feel, restless.

like i should be doing so much more than i am.

i hate being home

it's pointless

a waste of quality time.

seniors are leaving, though a lot of people will be local.

it's just gonna be different not seeing them everyday

three years together kinda has an impact.

i wanna fight

no one in particular... but i just want to beat the shit out of someone

i think it'd help...

maybe it's the lack of football, of contact

buut idk i feel aggressive.

i'm losing control, already. it's too early

this isn't how i planned it...

i gotta start again... cause this whole dealing with my problems isn't really working...

i might wanna call my dad before i have to actually go over there.

i feel pent up, i need relief...

i like

sunshine.

no really, i like when people comment humorously

to serious things.

i think they should change like on facebook to agree.

cause i feel bad liking someone's horrible day, when i have had a horrible day also

just an idea, it would make more sense.

i wish i didn't have to worry after every time

it kinda takes away from the moment.

oh well, won't dwell on that.

my ankle really hurts. but i don't wanna tell anyone

they'll bench me.which doesn't put me in a good position.

cause i'm not going this weekend already, though i am going next.

speaking of which, this weekend will be less than fantastic.

my gf is leaving the ENTIRE time.

she told me not to worry, i still do.

i don't trust anything with a penis.

if it's not rock, it's inferior.

something about the harmony between someone batshit crazy on drums

and another person ripping through chords on a guitar

i want to start a band.

but i'm not really good at any instruments

though i think if i found a big band, i could do percussion stuff like slipknot

which would give me an excuse to headbang on stage.

cause that's really all the clown does...

all you had to say

was no.

and that would have been enough.

but, you couldn't do that.

maybe your lying to yourself.

or your lying to me.

either way

this one thing. is ripping us apart.

it's not the first time.

it's not the second time.

this is a cycle of you fucking me over.

for the same person.

you were the first girl. i ever gave my heart to.

you might not be my first love.

but i gave myself to you

completely. and now.

we repeat our cycle.

idk why i don't end it.

i'm shaking from anger.

rage.

i want to hit something.

i'm trying so hard not to be harsh.

idk. maybe i'm not giving you a chance.

i'm trying now.

i am

less than enthused.

diamonds banquet wasn't horrible.

it's just that a lot happened this weekend that i couldn't do.

you want me to trust you.

things like today break it.

i don't feel like blogging.

foggy. bye.

so

it's just one of those days.

nothing seems to really go right.

we still don't have a banquet dress for her.

which means i don't have a shirt/tie combination...

i'm paranoid as hell.

buuut i don't have a reason not to be, yet.

but is that really fair, i do my fair share of flirting.

idc. i'm a hypocrite and i know it.

aw this is like hell week. practice from 2 30 to 6 30. minus today.

which i didn't have football and skipped band.

and that makes me wonder

about what if i had gone to band instead, we wouldn't be fighting.

what if i had let her go to her thing, we wouldn't be fighting

what if i had better control, we wouldn't be fighting

what if i just ignored things better, we wouldn't be fighting

i really need someone to talk to.

oh so my friend made me think.

cause he's all player player, but he really wants to lock this one girl down.

and that's how i feel, sometimes.

then i realize how asinine that sounds.

maybe, if you said it to me, it wouldn't sound so stupid.

eh. whatever. we already have our plan. it might work.

it'll hurt next year. but that's so far away

maybe things will change.

anyway.

i need help finding this song

all i can remember is

"woke up this morning"

i'm almost certain it's not the song from the sopranos.

unless it was covered by someone else.

it sounds more bluesy.

if you have a suggestion or an idea. please please text me.

832 766 4430

the past few

days have been hell.

everything is falling apart.

i don't have enough glue to put it back together.

please help.

please don't give up.

it's there, we just have to find it.

i need gorilla glue...

you know

those little flash things they have in MIB.

i wish i had one of those.

to filter out all the bad stuff in my life.

in my relationships.

and the shit i just shouldn't know.

but i don't.

so fuck this.

and i can't type with my index finger, ha.

MUHAHAHA

at my girlfriends house, cool right?

late night blogging

it's the best kind.

uhm i'm tired, i never sleep enough.

even when i have time to sleep, i feel like i'm wasting it by being asleep.

cause if something is truly interesting, i won't be phased by fatigue.

but that's just me...

uh. so being vague always is room for trouble.

and even if i say its not someone, they don't believe me. <-- vague

cause i could be talking about any of my followers.

but if i put names, i feel rude, orrr too personal.

or maybe it would be too personal to tell exactly who i'm having a problem with.

cause then i would have to explain so much else <-- vague.

pretty sure that's grammatically incorrect.

ha i haven't totally thrown english out the window, yet.

i don't know what i want to major in, but i have a feeling it will be something boring.

like mathematics. but, i'd have to try.

and i don't like trying.

i like just getting by.

maybe that's why our relationship is so hard <-- vague

mm i could probably count the people i consider friends on my right hand.

the thing is, i wonder if i would even come up on their hands, and feet.

i don't like labeling myself, cause then i start acting as my label.

but i think misanthrope fits.- i don't like people.

and the people i can see myself liking, i don't really know how to be their friend.

cause its already the end of junior year.

and all the cool people leave.

i don't fit in anywhere.

i think its about time i go batshit crazy.

cause i have been holding it in too long..

i wish you'd just stop caring <-- vague.

though i have to clear that up.

i mean my parents. i wish they would just give me money, and let me worry about the rest.

church sucks, being home sucks.

not having a car really sucks.

cause having a car would mean, i could enjoy myself thoroughly.

not having a car means i always have to be with someone.

do you see the problem?

i hate having direction.

i want to just float.

there are45465343 things i could tell you.

but 0 of it would actually help anything.

i don't trust anyone. <-- vague

it's come down to that.

cause when you look at it, everyone has their own interest deep down.

and that's okay.

i guess it is just apart of growing up.

the only thing there with you to the end is God.

and i can't really say person cause He's not.

maybe i should get more in touch...

just know, i love you <-- vague

it doesn't look like that's gonna change.

buuuut i'm hurting <-- vague

and i don't really know why.

i want to crawl in a hole.

i think i will for the first week of summer, it seems like a good plan.

the more i think about it, the less i want to take another SAT.

i'm damn near set on OU.

i just need to visit and make sure there are enough black people.

cause like Will "Da Real One" Bell says.

"see made ourselves believe that we didn't need each other

but how many times have you been in an all white situation

and been so fucking glad just to see another brother"

cause honestly. i don't care how diverse you are, you still see color.

or maybe it's just me.

uhm. i don't know what else to say.

i wish it was easy.

i like being foggy.

i like poetry.

i really like poetry.

music is amazing.

i can hear the pain in screamo.

rap just really doesn't do it.

cept for trae.

haha take the bass outta your voice.

i can't, i'm a man.

^^ vague.

i'm vague. good night.

wow

i can't seem to get out of this pissy ass mood.

everyday its something new, different.

i hate to complain, but its all i can do lately.

i don't like being me

i don't always like the way you treat me.

i know i'm supposed to forget what happened in the past.

but how can i.

and when you bring it up, i feel compelled to say what i'm actually thinking

like today, with the whole sudden break up.

i feel like that everytime.

and you continued to do it.

i know you don't plan on doing it again.

but did you ever really plan on breaking my heart.

i mean it makes you think.

well at least it makes me think.

apparently i'm losing touch with emotions.

i physically can't cry.

trust me, i tried to force myself to.

it doesn't help at all.

i want to be happy.

tomorrow starts my weight gain.

weight room for perhaps 3 hours? idk yet.

imma pick the world up and imma drop it on yo fuckin head.

the only lil wayne song where i actually like his rap, instead of just the other people or the beat

i am eternally pissed off. when does spring ball come.

i need to let out some anger.

i can't fucking wait to graduate.

you will never understand me. that's apparent.

what's worse is that you don't try.

you try to make me into something i will never be.

you don't support me, besides money.

you think that your the only one who is suffering

there is a reason i don't come home.

FUCK. will i ever be happy?

i want to be an ignorant little kid again.

who thought his dad was the greatest person who ever lived.

matter of fact, i need to call that asshole.

he did fund my trip.

which was pretty nice, though it was the first band trip i have gone on that i didn't fool around with anyone.

new developments.

i'm tired of not being able to trust people.

but the people that had it, lost it.

and few people had even earned it.

ha. such a pessimist...

16 minutes

to write a blog

until the greatest show ever.

MY WEEKEND WAS EPIC!!!!

3 days in galveston. and no school monday.

i think that's pretty nice...

anyway.

i'm losing the concept of me.

i gotta stop.

it's all getting cloudy.

ha. well. i don't want to.

well i do. cause i'm risking you.

but besides that.

it's the only thing that works until football season.

if i make it.

stop caring about me.

i'll use it against you.

the longer i live the less people i need.

i can take care of myself.

my hand magically just stopped hurting :D

i'm failing physics. fuck it.

i'm pretty sure i want to go to OU. just far enough.

uhm, i think that's it. it only took me... 5 minutes :O

someone fucking text me with good convo.

urgh

nothing ever goes right for me.

i hate the way we fight

and how i never know what's gonna happen next

i'm vulnerable, i hate it.

i spent all freakin day at a track meet, didn't get to run.

i hate my coaches.

i have been talking to my dad more, twice this week.

that's nice, i guess.

i need a car, anyone want to help?

anything but homework

ugh we said we would be happy.

now we're fighting again.

over sleeping.

this is stupid...

i want to quit everything.

so i have more time for you.

seriously.

tracks almost over. then like another week of band

then i'm free.

i wanna see how things are then...

anyway, i'll try to update more... eh.

back to 250 things. BOOOOO

EDIT:

fuck i forgot about spring ball :/ shit never stops...

poker face (live)

is amazing.

i need to blog more apparently, but i only blog when fun shit happens.

or really bad shit.

both happened this weekend.

lets run it down...

3 day weekend. BEST EVER.

thursday night, movie night at ginny's.

everyone there was cool except one obnoxious girl...

we watched blindside... i had already seen it

uhh then i went home and slept.

next, the day of epicness.

8 am. awake getting ready.

10 am. in car with matt, jony, and cornell

12 beach.

the best part of the beach was the alcohol.

a bottle of crown between about 5 or 6 of us.

then we went to mongo's.

then party at aprils. which was pretty chill.

i almost had to kill someone cause these faggots can't take no for an answer. bullshit.

anyway. my weekend was amazing. except for a hiccup friday night.

but we won't dwell on that will we now...

i don't really feel like blogging.

some gibberish

first of all. i didn't delete my blog, it posted when it shouldn't have

and i immediately took it off. that's why you see the notification and not the blog.

sorry good folks.

you know how they say you find your stuff in the last place you look?

no shit cause you stop looking after that.

but they should've said. you find your stuff when you STOP looking.

which is exactly what i did. and i just found my wallet. that has been gone for a week.

uhm. i'm sorry. i don't mean to be flirty. i guess it's just how i talk..

not making excuses. it was stupid. i was wrong.

i have pokemon on my phone. pretty darn excited.

i will log about 2 hours a day. mostly.

uhhh life is eh.

ups and downs and all arounds.

i don't really like people. you can't trust them.

fraud ass people.

can't wait to graduate. another year. and i'm out.

i wanna go far. but i don't.

i just wanna be where no one knows me.

and then i will call myself trey. not trae or tre. trey, with a y.

cause i want to.

cause i can.

and if you don't like it.

you won't be there to do anything about it so SUCK IT.

farewell ;)

questions and deleting.

so i have two subjects for this blog, and i'm out.

Just do it. Don't make me beg. http://formspring.me/blackiechan503

^^^ that's my formspring.

i'm addicted to questions. i always have been.

i remember the first time i played the question game.

it was in 6th grade with katelynn craig.

haha its a damn shame i remember that, but we always called it our game.

but funny thing is that out of all the girls i had a crush on i didn't even like her

questions are the most fun thing to do.

you find stuff out about other people, and also it kinda relaxes.

once you get the mindset i'm going to answer everything

its actually quite liberating.

nothing is too taboo to answer.

and you kinda push your own limits.

and now deleting.

i'm talking about deleting blogs btw.

pretty much everyone does it.

the only reason i catch is because i'm on here at least once a day.

so as soon as someone publishes, i read it.

then later, i try to go back and it's unavailable.

it's quite depressing.

i know somethings are published in a certain mood.

then once that mood is gone, the blog should be gone too...

so i present a compromise.

how about, the emotional blogs. you save as a draft.

then later when you come back, you can publish it, or not.

that way my heart isn't broken when it's gone

blogs are my life. i love reading others peoples thoughts.

and when they disappear. quite disappointing.

:(

that's a blog. toodles.

headaches

sooo idk why.

but i'm doubting every decision i ever made right now.

as in, everything.

i want my life to be different, but it's like i'm too late to change anything

i'm floating along.

it's like, do i just give up. and go along.

or try to change things.

but if i change things, i'll regret it.

it's getting to the point where i'm not happy when i go home.

and going home is just a metaphor.

as in when i'm not immediately engaged in an activity

i'm sad. or rather. just not happy.

you and i. aren't progressing.

whenever it seems like we are actually getting somewhere.

we get in a fight, and have to start all over again.

hopefully i get to tell you this before you read this.

buuut last night, after you went to sleep or whatever.

i just sat down. and wondered.

can i really trust you.

i could at one point.

but then shit happens. another guy's in the picture.

i mean i get the feeling that you think your missing something.

and i'm more than willing to let you go, if that's whats best.

cause i don't want to compete for your love.

it's a situation i can't help.

i'm really just not into people right now.

i want to disappear.

what i'm serious about.

someone asked me what i was serious about.

i told them not much.

i think that's the best approximation of the truth.

the only thing i'm serious about is family and friends.

and by friends, i mean like 5 people.

everything else can go away

and i'll find something positive about it

life without football = more time

life without band = less stress

life without track = less pain

it's quite simple

i'm not dedicated to anything but myself.

and myself wants to be lazy.

so lazy i shall be.

i like reading <--- random

reading is my passion

i enjoy it more than anything else.

i get more involved in reading than anything else

it's the best escape from the world.

i immerse myself in a world of fantasy, where anything can happen

i dream about being in the books i read.

i'm disappointed when i wake up, and i'm not in the book anymore

as i read, i take sides, not always with the hero.

sometimes i think i relate more to the evil than the good

but evil is only subjective isn't it.

i read these stupid little articles on cracked.com

and it was about action heroes who should be charged with murder.

while watching the movies, except for transformers, i never thought of the impact on the surrounding people.

transformers however, i was thinking through all the fight scenes, whose gonna clean this shit up.

anyway, if you look from the other side, a lot of things could be justified by the greater good.

it's just the greater good of who you have to look out for...

i'm rambling. toodles.

Ups and Downs

life changes, there is only one constant.

you will die. at some point.

wednesday, death scared the shit out of me.

i have seen my greatgrandma die, but she was almost 90.

it almost took away a 16 year old boy. 2 days before his birthday.

it could have been anyone of us, and its really a shock.

but he's getting better now, and i'm getting less scared.

anyway. ups and downs.

not everyday's perfect, some are just plain bad.

my temper is shorter. though i'm not as confrontational.

i'd rather just be quiet, and walk away. run away rather.

runaway from problems, they can't catch up unless i let them.

i haven't written in my blog in forever, so i can't even think of everything to update.

i'm always fighting with at least one person, i'm seriously worried about... 2 people?

i'm constantly in pain now, ankle, back, knees.

i'm doing better as a student, kinda.

really i'm just trying to get the hell out of this house, so help me out? ask me to do something

i will, i'm never really all that busy...

The Love of my Life

is Haley Griffin

Im not sure what i would do with out her.

shes is my world and my everything.

id be lost if it werent for her

I love her!!

I thought

we were the only ones who wrote blogs back and forth

apparently not..

it's getting there...

i can not avoid the bad thoughts

though i will not let them consume me.

how dare you call yourself a friend.

smiling to my face, then doing that shit behind my back.

i have no desire to talk to you.

first i was gonna ask your side.

but i really don't give a fuck anymore.

one less person. who cares.

i'm an incredibly angry person.

i can feel it growing.

it distances me from the rest of the world.

sometimes it last a couple minutes.

sometimes it last a couple hours.

sometimes it last a couple days...

i never know until it happens...

i don't know what will set it off

it just boils up.

i want to hit something.

i want to cause pain.

but my self control is too good.

so i read.

i have been reading a lot.

in the past week or so, i have read at least... 5 books.

i want another break...

where i don't have to see anyone....

i forgot, i'm supposed to be happy.

why should i expect things to be different

first. a warning. i'm writing out of extreme emotion.

soo don't take it completely seriously.

i have never been that close to crying.

i don't cry. btw.

why would i expect things to change.

why would i think that anything i could say would change what you think.

why would i even try.

why would i throw away my happiness.

for you.

just to put a smile on your face.

that you don't even appreciate.

you can't live day by day.

i can't live without you.

we have to fix something.

everything is fading.

thing is. nobody knows where i was today.

sooo its just me.

no help. no advice.

i'm pissed. i'm sad. i'm angry. i'm everything negative.

for 2 hours. it seemed like everything would work.

like it really didn't matter what was going on outside.

then you crushed it.

said it would never happen again.

don't you understand, things between us are better when we still see each other.

your trying to live some fairytale.

i'm no prince.

i'm just here.

for you.

tell me to come back again. i will.

no matter how much it hurts my pride, or dignity.

cause its for you.

if you knew how much i loved you.

maybe things would change...

The good, The bad, The ugly

So i just had this brilliant idea.

but i'm not gonna follow through.

so i won't post it.

it would be cool. if you did it though.

ask me about it.

It's alot of writing.

however. for this blog.

i will tell you the secrets of my high school life.

so far.

i made out with my best friend's aunt.

i made out with my cousin's friend, who ended up sleeping with me. (not sex)

i made out with cousin's girlfriend's cousin. interesting eh?

when i'm drunk i don't talk to girls.

i have had a crush on at least 3 of my teachers, including a band assistant.

i have had 3 girlfriends.

i cheated on two of them.

i have had kissed/made out with 10 girls.

i have touched 4. without ever kissing them.

i have fooled around in class with 3 girls.

i have smoked weed.

i have drank.

i have smoked cigarettes and cigars.

i am still a virgin.

i am happy that way, unless someone changes their mind. in which case i will be happy that way.

i had a crush on my cousin's wife. but who wouldn't.

it's not that i don't like black girls. it's just that the good looking ones don't like me.

i had 2 best friends. one is leaving.

i have been a jerk.

i have used people.

i have been used.

i hate track. really. i hate it.

for most of my Christmases or Birthdays. i haven't asked for anything.

i think i am smarter than everyone.

yes, everyone.

i don't remember most of freshmen year.

i have considered suicide.

i have nearly been arrested.

my best friends are from before high school.

the funniest ones are from high school.

my dad and i have grown further apart.

i miss the way things used to be.

i'll add more later. i think i have gotten myself in enough trouble.

i have kissed sisters. WIN!

i don't understand

there are alot of things going on right now.

most of them aren't good.

but its what i'm used to.

i wish you would explain.

instead of idk.

until then. i don't really see how i could face you

besides that. i'm coping pretty good...

though i am ttoo lazy to get out of the house

my dad never remembers to call.

once again, nothing new.

hmmmmm my car would be an improvement of life.

if i had somewhere to go.

rules for the new year:

no more fakes

no more games

no more liars

i can think of a few that fall under these categories.

stay away from me

THANKS!!! :D

fuck

life insists on kicking me in the nuts.

no blogs

in quite a while. almost two months.

this can easily be explained... especially if you have read anything i have written

i'm not a happy writer. therefore when i am happy, i have nothing to write about.

and soo far. i have been happy these past two months.

i am only writing this current blog out of boredom and time.

because i'm about to watch a movie, all by my lonesome.

i got a car

i got a girlfriend

i got a life

i got happy

life is good

you can suck it.