Vous avez une tete a claque.

beware.

2005-10-07T19:15:00.000-04:00

One of my more depressing entries. I don't like it here. I don't think anyone should be judged by their appearance. Things are getting more depressing as the year goes on.

Student of the month. The shock of my life. First, they awarded Jack. I felt cheated for about 3 seconds. His poster didn't even get printed. But then it was okay.

I like my job, even though I'm getting paid through pointless production credits. "It's a paying job." Sure. You know what they give to the seniors who have the most production credits? A freaking cord. And then if you're really good, they'll give you a white boa. That's it. That's the extent of your living at the school and working your ass off at something you aren't even creditted for.

I got myself into this anyway.

They feed my ego. It's getting hard to get down.

Blah. Homecoming. I'm sad.

Whoa.

2005-10-02T10:48:00.000-04:00

Hah. This is the furthest you'll ever see enlightenment. Spam comments are funny, but they get my hopes up.

Today...is Sunday. I ditched church due to studying and homework. And having time to shop this afternoon even though I still don't know if it's going to happen.

Much love.

DAMMIT.

2005-10-01T19:16:00.000-04:00

I hate how this always happen to me. Always always always. I went to Kelly's house this morning to give Emma and Kelly a photoshoot. I'd set my nikon on continuous because of the leaps and such. Turns out, if I set it on burst (continous) then it automatically changes the resolution to low. THEREFORE, I CAN'T FUCKING PRINT MY FUCKING PHOTOS FOR FUCKING MY ATLANTA. It's a rough life, you guys. And I hate it.

I have some of them on film, but it's not the same. Film looks pretty, but it costs a buttload to buy and develope and print and print again.

Trouble, dammit, trouble. I want to kill it.

Currently, I only have 20 pictures with a chance of 4 or 5 being good. Balls. I can't fucking believe this.

Rarara.

Ga came to pick me up from my house afterwards. We went to the Stn Mtn Chilli Cook-off. I'd never seen so many rednecks congregate in such a large facility. There were so many of them. So many cigarettes, "ya'lls", and chili. Ga and I were wimps. We only tried two stands. Mostly because everything was extremely warm with body heat. And that's just gross. For the most part, it was a good experience

We watched Gigli. I don't know what to say about it. Piss-fart might be my new saying. Bless you, Penis.

I have a guitar. Heelll yeah I do, thanks to Ga.

I really have to get those photos in asap. Competition is next weekend.

The beginning.

2005-09-27T22:37:00.000-04:00

I can't guarantee anything. I know that I'm extremely talented in the area of grammatical mistakes. I've come to the conclusion that the blame is entirely on my mother, but who knows.

I have the tendency to start every sentence with "I". I write in short paragraphs. I don't think I write very well. Even so, there's always a blog of mine floating somewhere in cyberspace. Google me.

I'm not bitter. This is just my default mood.

No school today. I spent the entire day waiting beside the phone. Or for the next hour to strike so I can call but have it not picked up, consecutively, for 6 times. It's rather depressing. Rather shitty. These past two days have been a waste. That's two less "snow days" we can have this year. Thanks to Perdue, we don't even have room for imaginary snow days.

I'm a loser. I read Jason Mraz's journal entries. Religiously.