last night -

ice skating. i am such a pushover.
there were so many of us -
i've never realized that i'm around such a group of 'popular kids.'
THE large group; majority rule.
i waste too much time hating people,
and not enough time hating disease, war, and my personal faults.
this is my offical denouncement of my title as a teenage dirtbag.
i'm still wearing lai joy's belt. it's very punkish and girly -
two somewhat contradictory terms that describe me best.
i wish wearing a girl's belt meant something, but it doesn't.

right now -

i've just awaken from a dream.
i can't get back to sleep,
and sleep is all i want right now.
my naked legs are cold.
i drank a glass of milk.
indie rockstardom; heightened abilities;
girlfriends; complete and utter freedom -
all elements of a euphoric dream.

+ it's times like this when i wish i had a friend, preferably a girl,
living on the east coast, so i could make her a long distance phone call.

+ it's times like this when i wish i could sleep forever,
in that deep sea of colored lights, and black and white ones too.

+ RISE ABOVE - these blogs are turning out to be like the ones i wrote two/three years ago.

360 FULL CIRCLE - I'M BEGINNING TO BELIEVE THAT SELF-IMPROVEMENT IS SOMETHING YOU FIND IN FAIRY TALES.

POLL: does joseph pity himself?
count my vote as a "HELL YEAH, MUTHAFUCKA!"