Happy happy halloween. history repeats itself, that's a fact, get over it. but sometimes it's such an exhausting thought. think about what you went thru, think about what's ahead, and realize that it's the same thing. aw dang.
my recent melodramatic resolution: i'm gonna be a man-stealer. that would be interesting, even tho i don't have the personality for it. but that would be so damn fun now that i think about it. besides the fact that you're hated by girls in general. now all i need is my script, hehehe...
what i write in this diary is not how i am at all. that sounds bad, but these are just the censored random thoughts that float around in my head from time to time, and most of them don't even make it outta my mouth so they're forgotten easily. the diary is like the embodiment of my un-me thoughts. that's a good thing. too many thoughts are bad...ooh, F451 again! Ray Bradbury is a sexist pig.
how "punk" is punk rock? do punk rockers ever relle rebel against anything except in their lyrics? i dno, maybe they dropped outta school, and that constitutes rebelling. but anyone can drop outta school. it's very tempting all of the time.
ooh, tymp tomorrow! and ah one, and ah two, and ah three, hit it thib! we are the math rockers...um what rhymes w/ rockers? stalkers? we are the math rockers, the clement twin stalkers, don't mess w/ us or we'll go bonkers! oh gee, i relle hope no one reads this.
journals are theraputic. like candles. smile for the camera.
~G2~
p.s. i'm relle tired, and i'm mired...in hw. so nuthin i said can or will be used against me in the court of hs