It may be a waste of words and time, but never a waste of life

And cuffs hurt worst when you've done nothing wrong...

Uncle Tupelo's Grindstone has been a big help to me lately. I love it a lot.

I've been so unsocial over the past 6 months and half of that is because I've got a shitty homelife that keeps me here, the other half is because sometimes I'm just a loner when I shouldn't be. Both of these have contributed to the fact that I feel completely friendless. Well, and I was super depressed last weekend and I called 2 friends who I thought would be there for me in one of my darkest hours, and they weren't.

This just contributes to me being even pickier about who I consider to be my friend. I know that I should cut people slack, but my heart just isn't too trusting these days.

Venting isn't helping at all. This is why I need friends, friends who will take me out and have stupid fun with me. I need stupid fun.

I've come up with some really great writing ideas and developing them over the next year or 2 is gonna be awesome. It makes me feel so good about myself when I come up with some marvelous idea that, if someone else wrote it, I'd love to read it or watch it. My writing makes me so ambitious.


I've been thinking that at some point I should go to college for my writing. It's the first time I've ever wanted to go to college. I've always been very against it in the past, but now that I know for sure what I'll be doing with my life it just seems like a logical and helpful step. The only bad thing about it is that I'm a fucking awful student, I mean AWFUL. I love to learn and absorb knowledge, but I hate school. I hate grades. I hate sitting in a classroom listening to someone teach me math or science. Ugh. I wouldn't mind studying geography, history, or a foreign language because it'll help with my writing. Of course, any english and literature class appeals to me like noneother, as long as I have a decent professor.

BUT I'm getting ahead of myself first.

I still have a few other responsibilities to take care of.


I'm still super fucking sick of living with that bitch.


And I ain't transcendin' much of nothing/I'm still down in it, I ain't free/Weren't no experiment(The Corner-Cory Branan www.myspace.com/corybranan )