heavy eyed, starry eyed, teary eyed...

my foot hurts so bad, i can't even think. pain. pain. pain.







you're supposed to write your feelings here. i feel pain. in my foot.

back off.





xoxo

machine gun

heavy eyed, starry eyed, teary eyed...

a book that ends with no last page...

Swearing, Chocolate, and Ice Cream--the trifecta of my Lenten predicament.  On a success scale, I'm hoping to hit a solid seven, because I know my landing will be shaky.  I've got one day nearly under my belt, and to be honest, I am having absolutely no trouble with the food (despite lame attempts by others to 'tempt' me!!) it's the swearing that is throwing me for a loop.  RED FLAG!  if i can't go a day without it, isn't an addiction?  well, check me in to (insert swear word here)ing rehab.  I will make no excuses.  I have a horrible mouth, and as entertaining as it maybe at sometimes, someone who is truly witty shouldn't have to rely on cursing to be effective.  

I never thought that this whole blog thing would be fun, i was just in awe of some deceitful and conspicuous behavior.  On the world wide web?  NEVER.

I'm not here to tell you about the things I hate, or things "I wish my man would do."  If I wanted to be unrealistic I would have signed up for Myspace(again).  It is not my intention to bore you with facts about me.  Although, I do like telling people, and if you only knew me, you would know everything little thing about me, five, six, or seven times.  I'm just that lame.  My past entertains me, sadly.  

So want me to let you in to my personal life?  Good luck.  I find this world much easier to live in when I am never serious.  

Ooh, when did this blog become so serious?  Currently I'm pushing the self destruct button.  3...2...1....BOOM!

oh, no that was just machine gun laughing.  the whole self destruct thing was a joke.  

Here's a secret you can chew on.  I never thought I was a closed off person until I got to college.  Than I knew, maybe that's why you're the way you are, sarcasm.  Grow up-get a heart.  

'....her bag gets a little heavier, i wish that i could carry her, this is our ungodly hour...'

'...you never left me no messages, you never sent me no letters, but you still found me...'

why'd you have to wait?  

:.•sarcasm•.:

I will walk with you, using the stars as guides...

Micah has gone. I am alone again. Second semester has been so sad and lonely. No soccer, no sun, no roommate...no fun. I sit here listening to my favorite group, Dispatch, via imeem because I am dumb and lazy and never transfer my music from my old computer to my laptop. I guess I can't complain seeing as it's no ones job but my own...

Her ipod alarm just went off. It's 3:22 and she should get off the bike or treadmill because it's time for practice. I know too many dumb facts. I fill my head with useless knowledge instead of learning things that will really help me out in life. So dumb...

This blog is quite insufficient. I guess I'm still uncomfortable putting myself out there for everyone to see. You know, the internet is just such an open place. So is the outdoors, I should go outside. It's a beautiful day, the first in a while. I should be out there basking in it's greatness.

Until next time, think about this;

Can you talk about the future without knowing the past?

xoxo

machine gun

no sex in the champagne room...

as kanye west (the great) previously stated, 'how could you be so heartless?'  i feel compelled to ask yet another question, why facebook your seemingly pathetic life away, when you could blog?  so many more emotions, so many more windows of sensitivity to be opened!  

while so many of us find blogs to have ulterior purposes other than to drown out said lack of emotion/feelings, i instead find solace in these georgia-font words.  where my heart used to be you will find a blackhole of sarcasm and self pity.  

so, that was my take at wearing an emo hat.  did it fit?  hell no, and it made my hair a mess.  

how about i wear what truly does capture the essence of my being.  a hood, because i am...so gangster.  

sorry, yet another lame attempt at a joke.  if you did chuckle, however, run and gather your coe cash--the pub needs more saps like you paying for it's ridiculously priced bags of tea.  chai for $1.19?  (insert swear word here) you crazy?  

another lame point, i gave up swearing for lent.  Now instead of the F-bomb fluttering in my mind, all i muster are the words 'epic failure.'  perhaps now's the appropriate time to fall into my aforementioned 'emo' state of being.  At least for the next forty days (and nights) it would be entertaining.  

thus the end of my first blog.  i am terrible.  i hope i never practice.  i just wasted the last remaining moments of my swearing life.

fuck. 

and now it's midnight.  

no love, sarcasm