Monday, September 30, 2002

my attack on "seventh heaven"
how can you tell me those kids are the kids of a baptist minister? okay, first of all you have this long-haired guy who wants to be a doctor and is a bit of a womanizer. then you have this girl; she's an athlete, she seems okay but underly she's actually more fucked up than anyone can imagine. next is this little person that's supposed to be a teenager (?) and she's a little hoe too. she's all datin guys left and right like big sis over there, going from the astronaut from n*sync to some dude living in their house (gasp!). then you get junior jigolo simon. what am i supposed to think with that flippy blonde hair, leather jacket, and that stud in his ear? am i supposed to go, "oh yeah, definitely, what a nice boy, that pastor's son?" lastly, you have ruthie. she seems well, but you can tell already; she's the mastermind. its a conspiracy. she starts it all. but telling robbie to move out of her room, she was actually saying, "crawl into someone else's bed, you maggot." this is horrible. if folks call this a family drama, slap me in the back of the head and call me "joan". what the hell is their dad preaching to them? who's ever heard of a liberal christian minister? crazy, i tell you. if i were you, i'd rather go and watch something more wholesome with the family. like the osbournes. =)

Sunday, September 29, 2002

first entry. this should be historic. unfortunately, i'm all out of historic, so i'll just settle for me. you know if there's one thing i do really admire is when people can be so witty and dark at the same time. that just hits me. it knocks me out. (and please disregard that i used that expression, because, yes, i do realize that it is pretty uncool). so here i am. as a result from being so jaded from coming back from a much better place and getting stranded here for...*pretending to be thinking* oh, only about...my whole life (ooh, a shot of sarcasm for ya'll), i'm like a ticking bomb ready to explode. i cannot handle this place at all. i'm going to promise myself that i will get out of here. and i'm going to achieve something. and if i don't...i guess too bad. i guess i'll just work at starbucks and hang with the little high school kids here. it seems like everyone "cool" person who didn't make it to college does that. what the hell is up with that anyways? do they actually think that they're cool, when in reality they're failures in life and gave up? ah, i better go now before i make even more big accusations. first entry. historic? no.