Delio

I feed my animals peanut butter because I'm bored. I'm watching my animal lick christmas presents under our fake tree. I can't think of anything else to write except for Nyquil is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I've also lost some hope in returning to rosary. I'll have to deal with public school. Whatevskii's. Takis are the new hot cheetos. Equally powdery but delicious. I also have a Nintendo 64 and a rabbit.

I know I know I know

Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I missed an entire week of school. This is nearly like I have three weeks off. Oh well, I'll just have essay's and tests to make up. 

Edit: I went to Disneyland yesterday on the worst day. First saturday of christmas break and Raver day. This is the second time this has happened to me where I go somewhere exciting and it turns out to be a hidden gay holiday. The one day I went to the OC fair, it was raver day.. Well fuck all of you. Annoying douche bags is what they are. The music is the worst part.

Kid, you'll move mountains

Quarantine day #4:

I don't have that unbearable fever anymore or those hot chills, but the heavy cough and the feeling of the need to die is still there. After the first two days, I got used to day time t.v. The View is so entertaining but I usually end up falling asleep. Every time I would fall asleep from medicine I'm taking, I'd have the most illusive dreams. The kind where I'd be in my dream wearing the same clothes I fell asleep in. My most recent one was where I was looking for earrings and I didn't want to lose them when I had finally found them behind the garage, I'd close my fist real tight so I wouldn't drop them and have to go looking for them all over again. When I woke up I had that feeling of relief that I didn't have to ask for earrings for christmas because I had found the ones I lost years ago. When I was fully awake, my fist was still clutched closed with no earrings inside.

I don't like those dreams. Especially when you have a dream that you have cookies and when you fucking wake up, there are no god damn cookies. Just cheese danish coffee cake and cold coffee because when you're sick, no one bothers to make you coffee.

99.7

I'm goin' to go listen to sum industrial muzic and wear a trench coat wit sum doc martins. K thnx bai.

Backstroke

Those things don't bother me anymore. My nerves and patience with people have been on edge. If I don't feel like talking to anyone at anytime, I won't. I sound like a huge jerk, I'm usually not so blunt about stopping a conversation. Whatever I'm feeling will pass. I just don't feel like dealing with anyone. I'm also not going to get my hopes up and find excitement in waiting for a reply. I've been let down too much and I'm too used to it, so it's okay with me now.

It's not even that big of a deal, I just feel like I'm not using my time wisely. So I be done motherfuckers. I'm also coming down with something. My mom is also in the hospital right now, and we're going to see her tomorrow.

Anyways... I'm coughing up a lung.

You're doing it Peter

I want to buy half blood prince already. It's been out for three days and it's still not in my possession. I remember how bummed I used to get when I was little and was cool and always hung out with my little friends, and it started raining and all my plans were ruined for the day. No playing outside even though I'd have to just play by myself. I don't even remember what I'd do by myself. I'm pretty sure I played with mud, leaves, sticks and beer bottles on the side of the house. I also made like some chalk thing out of rain water and leaves. Bangarang stat.

RU-FI-OHHH

Click bick

I don't think since I've had a blog I've ever written something meaningful. Something that doesn't sound like I am complaining about my day. I sit at my desk and stare at my tickets for december twenty-eighth, mainly wondering why I bought them (impulse). I sit at my desk at school and count the ceiling tiles in every other period. Everything feels like a routine. If I'm or we're lucky, something different will happen to 'spice' up a day. Nothing happens that's worth being spicy.

People are great, they make the day easier, of course. Family.. they're just there. My lazy ass dog oliver is just there too, stealing my spot where I take a nap every other day. Usually I come home and do something to help me kill the ease or stress of every fucking day. I don't have that something anymore. I'm all normal now and it hurts. It's actually tiring and all that great stuff that you feel when you have to go through another day.

No matter how hard I try not to, I feel like I'm repeating myself on here.

Punta cometa

Finally got it in the mail after waiting a whole week. What a good day!

The lighting on my phone was off scale so here are betta ones from booooooom.com

Exs and Ohs

I've been weirding myself out with what I've been listening to. Tooo much radio. I was dancing in my kitchen a couple of minutes ago and I felt horrible. I felt like I just dance like this:

Poor kid. Well that's how I see myself dancing. Rugby was verrrryy good today. I'm excited. And doing theatre tech on monday and tuesday, mostly tuesday though.

Surprise pirate attack

Human population

I'm foolin' on them. I think I'm going to be sick to my stomach. I've been sleeping on my stomach all day since I got home from school. I just made pop tarts, plastered my face to a cool pillow, heater on, watching more arrested development. I feel like going to a show, excuse to use up my stored energy I'm saving for rugby tomorrow morning. I JUST realized the exact definition of how I feel: fat-cat. 'Nuff said.

"The sky might fall but I'm not worried at all"

mudderrruckkkkerrs UP.

Lilac

My retard of a sister put my facebook in pirate. As I read everything, things were exaggerated into great depth, it was funny.

Mmm yep.
I bought my cleats and mouth guard for saturday. I'm sofa king excited!
I just need to mold it now. And maybe do my homework.

I also made a stupid stickam. In a way, I regret it.

Marzipan

I am soooo hungry I don't know what I feel like having. My friend was talking about Tiramisu which always sounds good, so maybe. I didn't have breakfast or lunch but I did walk to school and home today. Walking/ freezing my ass off could easily become a new part of my 'routine'. I have a ton of make up work because I made the best decisions of my life and missed two days of school which means I was six days with out school. (Thur-Fri: thanksgiving break, Sat-Sun: weekend, Mon-Tue: sick) Self explanitory.

I've been watching all of my seasons of Arrested Development.

*Cue sad Charlie Brown music (unintentional shot)

Primed

I'm ready for that life I said I'd have

G'day

"This girl is at once all the women that broke my heart. She is so beautiful and generous and she is asking me to leave because she is dumping me. She is dumping me because I am a cheap drug dealer. And I am a drug dealer because she wants to leave me."

I can watch that movie over and over and over and over again.

I'm watching how it's made. I slept horribly. I loved everything about yesterday. I woke up on the couch and my pants were twisted. My blanket(s) also fell off me and the couch. I want to go to the zoo. I still have no feeling in my middle and index finger tips from playing the guitar. I'm worried.

I think if anyone were to ever "romantically".. No. That word is cliche and stupid. If someone were to ever take me to the aquarium or somewhere that they know makes me ecstatic, I'd probably melt. Just saying.

After laughter

Happy 64º partly cloudy with a chance of lightning that isn't going to happen day.

Finally, I spent all morning pulling nails and staples out of hardwood floor in my roommates room. They got the great idea of starting a weekend project yesterday and threatening me with Lauren if I don't help them. So I helped them and I'm waiting for her to finish taking a shower so I could go over.

I watched Hard Candy and Funny Games. It (was) four am.

Yes man

Location: in orange

Hamlet

Lauren and I did a Mad Lib yesterday online. Probably the best idea ever. We chose an excerpt from Hamlet.



Hello thanksgiving.
Hello not fitting into my pants for the next three day to a week.
Hello family....

Facetious

Ohh Fall

Dear December 28th,

Every day I day dream the day I will see Good Old War AND Anthony Green. I'm counting on you. Till then, I'll be bathing in their music with a snorkel and a heart attack in mind.

Warmest regards,

Agent Professor Senior Private Doctor Sir Reverend Baron Monsieur Von Cris

Phopho

We run the gauntlet
Must get to France
So we can French kiss some French girls



Acronym time: P.R.E.A.M.

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