| there's more to life than getting what you want whenever you want it. there are things more important than being responsible out of respect for the people who care about you.
it's weird growing up, completely obsessed with falling in love and trying to do it constantly and now wondering if I can even do that anymore. it's weird how the precious milestones in my life have all just become humiliating. pretty special I guess. I'm the same bullshit as anything else.
PJ Famicom- another fuck face and name to forget in the morning. behind as usual, going to work because it's one of the few things that can keep me out of trouble. then working the next morning. then playing a show. then working the next morning after that. until I die probably.
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| so I fixed my computer like last week and I've finally had enough time
to myself to feel like posting on xanga. and of course, I end up
sounding like a total ass hole. sometimes you randomly end-up
hanging out with certain people every single day and withs ome of them
you never want to stop. you even tell them what you think of
their spirit. and I'm up past 4 in the morning, when I always get
too bored hanging out with people so I end-up going to sleep.
usually there are at least 10 people at my house between the hours of
11pm and 2am. prime time
we have microwave popcorn and I'm hungry but I could just go to sleep,
too. I'm making a coloring book. so far I've got like 20
pages. and I want to go on a date soon
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| st. augustine... things are okay. I feel like my house is a constant dude party and I probably just like hanging out with girls too much. I went through 22 months of almost complete unemployment. now I have 2 jobs. my friend joe from chicago's visiting for a few days. sometimes I wonder if anybody is really interested in anything anymore... other than self-destruction.
sometimes I forget who I'm supposed to be when I don't spend enough time on the internet. it's great.
xoxoxo
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| no hangover having a productive couple days sexually inactive check this shit out 
now: age 18 in front of my first car  |
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| back in november I couldn't sleep one night cause I was told I was getting a free lunch the next day. it was so exciting. the free lunch never happened. now it's february and I don't believe in that kind of stuff anymore. my punk band played our first show on saturday. most of our friends showed up too late and missed us while these drunk kids from richmond kept yelling at us to play covers. cool. my computer's broke, so I've snuck into the college library. I would use the normal library but I lost my wallet while riding my bike at 3am, dumpstering. I found it it was lost when a cop pulled me over, while I was on my bike. I couldn't find the wallet, so I went home to wait for sunrise. come sunrise, I find the entire contents of my wallet... except for my state ID card and my library card. great. evan and I are moving into a new house in less than 2 weeks, with new kids. I'm playing a show at my house tonight, which probably wasn't promoted very well. I still expect to see like 30 or 40 kids. by the time it's over. valentine's day is in a couple weeks. I might have a date. depending on what I really want to put myself through. I don't have any money for that, anyway. for the past 3 weeks, I've had thirty cents to my name. supposedly I'm getting a few dollars from my grandma, for valentine's day. maybe that'll come today so I can make food for the bands playing tonight, who probably have jobs at home and already ate something today. sometimes people are so beautiful and nice and intimidating. sometimes it's harder to sleep when there's someone in your bed. expect to hear something pretty interesting soon love PJ |
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