12-12-01~~7 pm
"rant, bitch, judge...god i'm exciting"

a year ago today, i was getting ready to move down the hall, into room 306, with erin. i was so excited. sometimes it's fun to go back and see what i was doing a year from now. i know, i'm a nostalgic, retarded crack fiend. oh well, you're still reading, aren't you? what does that say about you, huh? sad, pathetic loser with nothing better to do than read about my boring life. shit. i'm sorry.

ha, i'm just fucking around. i figured i'd bring a little happimess to this damn diary, since all i've been writing about is how bad things have been. well, yeah, things have been bad, but one major stress factor is gone: school. done for this semester. all in all, it's been a really shitty semester. the only one that i've seen worse was last one, when i dropped out of school completely. god, i suck. but it's life, right? i think we all suck in our own little humanoid sucky ways.

okay, i just heard a little snippet of the news on in the other room...conviction of a child murderer. he brutally killed an 8 year old. so who is society supposed to blame for this one, huh? the parents? the media? television? movies? music? c'mon now, you mean to tell me that watching killing sprees on movies and listening to "die, bitch, die" screaming from your car stereo isn't good for the growth of your mind? well, shit. there goes my evening. and what about the parents, huh? did they not pay enough attention to him? was he a victim of ADD? was he fat and ugly and ignored at school? what was it? could it just be that he was just a little deranged and one screw came loose? maybe someone pissed him off and he skipped last night's anger management course to go shoot up...who knows? but why blame anyone. this world is fucked up...it's going to shit, so why not just have fun and do what you want before you get so repressed that you can't move without asking permission. what's so wrong with that?

okay, i'm done ranting...i'm gonna go clean out my car. i'm heading to san an (for those non-texans out there, that's san antonion) to pick up my dahling leigh and return her to the sanity of this fucked up metroplex. wish me luck in my journey...i'm out.