Thursday, December 18, 2008

Entry 1

Song: Cassius - Foals

If every night could be filled with hot chocolate and the Foals and nylon magazines. Being how I have time to think, and breath, and sleep, and get my teeth cleaned. I guess I'm a normal human being now. No longer a slave robot at a controlling school.

Being home made me realize tat some of the tiny strange things make me feel relaxed and at zen. Like I love how my aged house has two fireplaces that don't work. I love how we have cat-scratching posts in the house wen all our cats are outdoor khats. And I love that huge mess I make when I'm making hot chocolate, and how it blends in with the granite. I like how my house is never out of blue kool-aid and hot cheetos. I like how my room is destroyed and every inch has crap in it from out of ink markers to nike sb shoe boxes.

My sweats are made from someone 3 times my size

Why do people think that just because you haven't talked to them in a month everything has changed. Does time really change everything? I know people change but change is good. Why is it that every time I loose close contact with someone for a few days or weeks they feel that a connection between us is gone? I don't even put periods down. Never have, never will. It's more of a semicolon, or comma. So here's your comma for the night

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