quotes from random ppl this weekend

there is prolly a pretty good chance i was screaming at the top of my lungs

it was like watching a car accident unfold before my eyes

i'm going to make this guy my bitch for the rest of the trip

hey man i'm good at shitting

hey hun if you touch my car i'll kill you... alright well goodnight love you

i don't wanna talk about it

so yea i was laying on top of this naked girl and...

i brought this so we could write in it after it happened then i forgot

it's messed up that that thought would even enter my brain

i'm not going outside , never!!

dude, and it could be like a montage

Cruel

i was told it is cruel to not to actually tell you why my weekend was so bad but if you really want to know well this is it. on friday i ventured home, withing five seconds of being home i had to fix my car up it lacked fluids and such, get it on the road and drive my stressed mother to waterbury where she works( which is 45 minutes away at normal travel speeds) in a half hour.. so i am gunning it down back roads with no fear of getting arrested. the traffic is horrible and i honestly have to drive like an asshole to get where i need to be. My mother who was just out of surgery next to me freaking out .. and my gas gauge has hit zero. i need to be at waterbury hospital before 4 i pull into the parking lot at 3:58 and literally skid up to the door then pray i have the gasoline to make it to the next station. we are too late and about four feet from the gas station my engine goes dead and i coast very slowly into the station and push my car up to the pump..
and yea thats just friday
saturday after a night of no sleep and very uniteresting things to do. i must be awake at 6:30 well that was easy it was the driving to NB for my brother to take his driver's license test.. my car doesn't pass so he can't use that and that being the only car he has ever driven.
my aunt comes through and comes up with a car that can pass my brother gets his license and thus ends what freedom i ever had in my house.. no car.. i can no longer escape and i was slowly driven to the point where i was flipping out about anything and everything .. yes i was having a serious mental breakdown.. everything has some meaning that sets my soul on fire and i must express some form of aggression. so yea this is the point where ever member of my family thinks i'm suicidal and feels the constant need to reach out to me and convince me not to do it.. yea that would be great cept i'm not suicidal, it drives me more insane all i want to be is left alone thats all i ever wanted to be left alone in a ball on my bed thinking for the rest of my life but no someone has to say something reach out do something sure you care and yes i understand caring and helping someone but it's not gunna help and i would rather just be left alone to my own devices, ever fear i had came out, ever bad memory, moment, it was everything you could possible see as evil or bad in my life coming out and kicking my ass to the point where all i want to do is scream. Sunday i get a phone call.. the second i hit the only place that feels like home.. i turn the phone off and throw it against the wall .. the word home flashes on the small black and blue screen.. as it smashes against the wall.. the voicemail comes through after i put whats left of the phone back togather... boo.. try hard in school we don't want you to fail out cause it seems like you need help.. (enter where everyone reading this thinks for a second this kid does need help)

sumed up , i lost my mind, freedom, and confidence all in a matter of two days .. yea thanks

hey yea five minutes to write this

well it's like five minutes before class and yea here i go writing this cause i totally forgot to so yea my weekend sucked so much, don't really have time to go into details it just sucked.. i should really try and win this blog thing one day .. i bet i could ... hmmm... what do you guys wanna hear about i'll write a story for next week something interesting i dunno but yea lemme know hmm.. i still have three minutes..
no wait two...
ok i'm done now ..

TNBT

Proposal proposal proposal

well then i find it difficult to write in a blog without being casual and relaxed with grammar and such so yes this is my proposal

i would like to write about the recording industry focusing mainly on what it takes to be a song writer, how to get a song out and recorded, and further more how to turn it into a hit. although there is probably no formula for such a thing i really want to get deep into how to get a song written and how to propose it to and artists and follow the song from a songwriters head into an artists throat and onto this nice little cd right there ( 0 ) yea thats a cd. .. i want to research who you have to know in the buisness to get anything done and if it is really possible for someone with humble beginings to get a foot in the door and make something.i'd also like to look into the concept of selling out and how what starts off as music expression can change into music exploitation ... i need to do some research and see if this is even a viable topic because it is very likely the research is not there and it's very possible that this could just be a weak topic but it's something i'm interested and want to learn more about and yea isn't that the whole reason i'm here... besides the parties and good times that is ... yea ... see i can't write something without feeling like i'm performing for an audience out there like this is an assignment and yet i still feel compelled to try and give the audience something... i even try some comic relief.. if it's that bad i really don't need to hear about it.. i know it is.. i wrote it ... but yea after 15 minutes of brainstorming thats kinda all i have. i think maybe it was just a brain shower.. i dunno it seemed kinda weak to me ... ok i'm done now

cough

i feel like a demon has taken control of my body and has been tinking with it in different ways just to spite me. in other words i'm sick. and after a weekend of late and wild nights it's understandable that i will prolly be outta the game for a while. i don't have a clue whats going on inside of me right now, but i don't like doctors, too quick to meds they turn instead of assessing a situation and giving a proper diagnosis. i swear sometimes all they do is guess and check.. personally i don't wanna be on any meds. i mean i have a friend who has been to the er like umm 5 times in the last couple days, all they did was drug her send her home and not solve the problem which is why she went back... 4 more times... yea... i hate doctors

http://hollywoodlog.typepad.com/nickerblog/2005/09/logjam.html#comments

http://www.denibonet.com/blog/

http://algernon.blogs.friendster.com/notes_from_a_burning_hous/

Link One: I find this blog interesting especially the last entry because i can very cl;osely relate to the feeling this person is having it's like feeling like your ment for something better but never allowing yourself to really see what that better is.

Link Two: it was light hearted about a weekend in the city and the pictures were cool and the comments gave it an air of comic relief

Link Three: A chess match. i find this sort of king vs noble(if thats the right word) Interesting they battle on in a game which is already over it has been and one cannot accept the inevitable yea.. i liked it

college

My weekend at a glance, i caught a bus at the station in keene headed for springfield, It's move in day for freshman at springfield college and my lil brother happens to be one. i arrive at the station ready for the fun of haulin a fridge up four floors and down the hall. a sliver saturn pulls up i cram myself into a small suv packed to the breaking point, i feared the doors would fall off we unloaded on campus and settled my brother in. then took the long trip back to the den. once back in the dirty den i proceeded to get my weekend into gear it was friday night in meriden.. how boring.
i picked up sean Z and we went on a ride saw a movie kinda eventful kinda not. then yea the rest of the weekend is just a blurr to much happened and i'm too tired to jot it all right now so yea until next time.

What would i write if i could write to real people

well if i wasn't writing to real people who would i be writing to?
i think writing a story would be perfect for me something like an ongoing book. once i'm done with the first move on to another character another story. and if nothing else a journal retelling the wonderful events and depictions of college life should have someone interested.. maybe

Post one

This is just aiding an addiction to online journals, well hey at least it's something i enjoy doing and i even get credit for it.. i think i should have taken this class sooner.. but yea this is my blog for right now :)