March 2012
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I raided the backlot towns of Hidalgo County while my parents were under the belief I was at school, practicing. So much drag racing potential throughout all these cities. I don’t even enjoy races, or what the, even drive, but whaaaow.
February 2012
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Seriously, the internet is the most engulfing of distractions. Ever. My oxygen is polluted with kilobytes.
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A 20 on the ACT is like basic cable. It’s an upgrade from rabbit ears, sure, but its still not HBO.
For once, everything has returned to normality in this house. For now. I like it.
nostalgiache:
I want somebody to dedicate Slow Show by The National to.
I needed this weekend, man. I seriously needed this weekend.
Never have I seen my mother cry so much.
Be happy at every given minute, everyone. It makes...
happier.
Today was tiring. It’s a big enough of a statement to even be able to say so. My eyes are withering away from the sleep wanting to take over. Perhaps this is all due to only having about three hours of sleep to finish the powerpoint (which I fortunately drew as the last speak) due, but eh. I was actually looking forward to becoming an elitist prick for a few minutes, but then whaaaat. The...
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I have a powerpoint due tomorrow and I haven’t even started.
It’s been virtually two weeks since the enormous fight ensued and basically took a toll on the family, and yet, as the days progress, nothing is even improving. Really, even if things are set in such a manner (by well, me, now that I’m head-first forced into resolving this conflict), everything just manages to distort itself and flip directions entirely and crash into a bigger and more...
Seriously, grow up. Really, GROW UP. You two are like children, I don’t care for whatever reason you seem to be placing any spite on any member of the house but yourselves. Goodluck, both of you.
I have lost all respect for my mother.
Writing happens to be the only escape. It’ll always be the only escape. Always.
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Good morning, Vietnam! I awoke to extensive talks from my grandmother about the reason for my existence. My mother’s story. Helps me realize….how much I really don’t have a hint of a clue of whom my mother is. I remain adamant on selecting sides on all this. I just don’t want to be here.
Do they even sell Go-gurts anymore? I want one. Or two, perhaps. Any would be great.
ho0ker:
i’m gonna go up to people i know and be like EW YOURE SUCH A FUCKING CACAHUATE and they’ll think i’m calling them some derogatory term in spanish
little do they know i’m calling them a peanut
Today marked the fatal end to my end to my...
type 2 diabetes is coming, really.
