diary2

January 11, 9 pm-ish
      (Content removed due to lack of quality? I dunno. Apparently people who I never agreed could read this have been invading my privacy, which I find incredibly rude. This is not an open web page, it is closed. Web browsers and internet search engines will NOT find this website. Please do not read my thoughts if I haven't said ok. Anyway, this was a rather embarassing entry about some friends I had like 2 years ago... Apparently someone else thinks it's someone else, and they're getting tripe because of it. I don't know. Please respect my privacy, however, as I respect others' privacy.)

January 11, in a drug hazy (except actually, not, cuz I'm a sober guy) 5:48 pm
      My musings...
Ever notice that chicks always hit guys when they can't think of anything good to say in response?
Pork... it's a noun, AND a verb. Same with splooge. What's up with conditioner? I put it in my hair, and it gets all poofy. How can you leak tiny bits of salt water (sweat), from holes all over your skin? It's freaky. Ever notice that when you're around a bunch of people who have different accents than you, you start to pick up the accent? Ever notice that only 1/3 things you plan go off correctly, although you usually end up doing just as much as you would have if all the things you planned went right? Ever noticed that Courtney's bruise REALLY REALLY looks like a mustache? Ever seen a cow get pissed? How can cows always be happy? It's scary. And what about fish? I can never eat fish, except fish sticks and fish and chips. Fish smell fishy. Hence the name. Ever freaked out a blind nun? Neither have I, but I think it'd be as cool as pushing someone in a wheelchair into wet cement and leaving them there.

January 11, around noon.
      Bleh. I'm still sick. My throat REALLY hurts, and my head is killing me. Hopefully I'll be better soon? I was talking with... hrm... remember that dream I had? I've been talking with dreamgirl (damn, makes me sound like a fuckin dork, eh? Good! I am a dork!) lately, and the talking's made me feel happier. It's nice to hear someone has the hots for you, right? I'm not going to Snocone's house tonight, no parties either, most likely. Unless your idea of a party is puking up an empty stomach (oo, wait, there's water in there!) and sweating so much you actually lose weight, and wake up with a drenched shirt. Thanks to everyone who's told me to feel better, by the way. I might not be all "Awww, thanks!" or whatever, but it does make me feel a little happier inside. Blah. Why is life fucked up, though? All my friends are going through shit right now. Well, most of them. And that's not happy! But I hope all that shit clears up. Bleh. Gonna go watch "Blow" and feel sorry for myself for a bit, then take a shower so I don't smell like... well... anyone else ever notice that gallons of stale sweat on an unwashed body smells like splooge? Kinda creepy. Even creepier than spluge.

January 11, 1:30 am
      Dude. Me and Glitter were/are in bed naked talking about fishies and dolphins and Buddha. Fun fun! Nakey Jeaniney!

January 10, around noon.
      It's not a cold, it's a really bad flu. Turns out that my throat (REALLY) hurting was caused by the flu, and so were the shivering spasms and such. I was afraid for a little while that some of the various activities I've participated in may have lowered my immune system's effectiveness, and that I could die from the flu, but I dunno. I hope that isn't the case. Dying would be no fun. I've been mad sweating, too, like all night. I figured it out... you're supposed to eat when you have a cold, and drink a lot of liquid for a flu. I hadn't eaten before, so my flu wasn't that bad (I'd had it on Monday and Tuesday, too), but then I ate, and it came out full force cuz it gave the bacteria some fuel. Shit. I prolly woulda died from starvation sooner or later, though, so hmm. Well, I'm not eating anything until the flu goes away. Just sticking with OJ, juice, and water. Also staying sober until the flu goes away. Hopefully I'll be better by tomorrow? If not, I'm staying home in my room. Cuz seriously, my immune system has to be shot to hell, and dying from a flu would be noooo fun. Fuck. My life is fucked up, and so confusing, in general. *sigh*.

January 9th, 10:02 pm.
      Bleh. I have a nasty cold. Was gonna stay over at Snocone's house, but my mom wouldn't let me. It's a schoolnight? Shit, what kind of reason is THAT? Anyway, yeah. Prolly gonna stop partying for a while. Yay? I dunno. Just kinda tired. On Friday I'm prolly gonna sleep over at Snocone's, though, and maybe hit a party or two. And even better, Ashley thinks I like her, apparently, cuz of my first entry. It was just rambling shit, and wasn't to really be taken seriously. Most of it was theoretical, and I asked the same question about most girls I know -- How do I actually know if I really just like them as a friend, or if it's something more? I mean, holy hell, I'm a guy. Of course any pretty girl could turn me on, given the right circumstances. Annnnyway, yeah. Went over to Ashley's house with Susanna, Snocone, and Sunshine. I got tested by Ash's mom for my problems, and she gave me a bunch of herbal stuff. I'll prolly take it, and see what happens. Sunshine and Snocone were fighting, that relationship's prolly broken up forever. Snocone confided in me he'd rather not ever, every do anything with Sunshine again (sexually-wise), he'd actually rather screw around with a friend all day. Hrm, that sounded mean. I guess I meant a friend-who-isn't-Sunshine. Anyway. Yeah. I ate today. Hell yeah. I hadn't been able to stomach anything since Friday, except one piece of white bread, and I barely kept that down. Now I feel sick, cuz I ate a lot. Well, all my chicken wings, and the fries. Ugh. On a brighter note, Ash's sister Courtney's mustache-bruise is like... almost gone. We all watched part of "The Whole 9 Yards," which is a good movie. And now my mom stole my cell phone recharger, so I CAN'T RECHARGE MY FUCKIN CELL! What the SHIT is that? Damn. And I started getting REALLY BAD, violent shivers, and I was like spasming slightly, in the car ride home from Friday's. Lack of excite, I s'pose. Hrm. About my love life, cuz I know EVERYONE wants to know about that - I dunno. I don't really know anything. Except that my eyelids burn and I have a fever, and I doubt I'm going to school tomorrow. So much for doing shit with Lunchbox, eh? Back to my love life... yeah. I dunno. I'll prolly just end up going and fucking around randomly with chicks, until I figure out my life. I'd be a drag on anyone in a relationship, and I'm doubting there's anyone I actually like enough to have an exclusive one with, anyway. I doubt I'm gonna sleep tonight. And I'm out of cigs. Shit. I feel bad. Sick. And my life is pretty fucked up, too. There's like... just a few people I can still really confide in, and it's pissing me off. Especially because people randomly take shit the wrong way. Grrrr. More to come later? I dunno.