My flawless sense of style.

You wanna know how fucked up I fucked up? Ok. Mondays-Thursdays I have to pretend I still go to De Anza. Which means keeping my ass busy from 1-5 on Mondays and from 1-230 on Tuesdays-Thursdays. Pathetic.

But let's take it well. For once! Let's take this well. Because it's all in the way you take it.

So the last two days I've been driving around, trying to find somethin to do. All I do is end up spending money. But, I'll try not to. I figure, if I'm gonna fail, I might as well do somethin in it's place. So I'm gonna try to write. Just post it at the park and write for an hour. We'll see what comes out, huh. How's that? Or I'll read...I bought On the Road by Jack Kerouac today. I always meant to read that. Now's the time. I remember I borrowed it from the library once in high school, but I was burnt out from all the other books I borrowed that time, so I just returned it untouched. So we'll see how this goes. I have a month left of pretending. I wonder how it'll be when it starts to rain. Maybe I'll post it in my car then and write.

So give me a plot and a tone. I'll punch out a story for you. Let's get these muscles going again.

I miss dreaming about who I want to be. And I'm tired of feeling sorry about not being who that is.

I'm going to escape from here one day. Go to places I always wanted to see. I'm making plans. If you want to know my plans, and how involved in them you are (Where's that from?)...just ask. Then come with me.

Well, I always find myself in situations where I am constantly reminded by things I try to hide because I have to hide them everyday. Bullshit. Well, ya know what...

You have to work for everything you want.