sid hoffman or sid frenchman?

it's finally friday. this week has been... educational, as well as excruciating. all i can say is, christensen's a crackhead.

both weebl and bob and homestar runner have new stuff.

i watched fight club last week, and 25th hour yesterday, and now i'm hooked on ed norton.

apparently, i'm making a big mistake wanting to go into computers in college.

i say to them, fuck off.

we have no more cats. save the wild ones, but they don't count. and nikki was just getting used to ruling the property... when my neighbor brings my grandpa a new dog (sam aka the old man (the dog) died a week ago or so). it's a girl. it's a blue heeler. i don't know if nikki (australian shepard bitch) is gonna like her, or try to kick the crap out of her. should be interesting to watch. unlike when the pitbull from next door was trying to rip pancho (grandpa's other dog)'s throat out. i was really tempted to hit that dog. i hate the next door dogs. all 5+ of them.

my dad's in LA at the moment, he took my satan's stuff out there in a truck so we wouldn't have to pay for shipping.

with that said, as of today i am again a single child. it's so nice.

i'm concerned that my english teacher's gonna turn me in to the rat, since i wrote "i think about death... a lot" on the paper i handed in yesterday (see post below). those damn adults overreact so much these days.

i hate journals.

kinda ironic, seeing.

physics is going to rape me this year.

i had a chocolate shake about two hours ago. made me feel sick, but it was nice and cold and refreshing at the time.

i plan to majorly sleep in tomorrow.

i hate working in groups.

i've been having increasingly weirder dreams lately.

i occasionally write in cut off sentences, like i think.

is that how you spell excruciating?

i have to go now. off.