What I know is..

I am honest. What i know is that everyone should build a guard because its going to end up as your most valuable possession whether you ever find out or know it all too well.  What is know is that at one point you just have to stop letting certain things get to you, but that thats really the hardest part.  What i know is that i love you, and you do love me.  What is know is that I never write the good shit down. What is know is that its no one business, anything, usually.  What i know is that i live for a handful of things in this world, and the other handful is why. What i know is that i always always always most have everything in balance. What is know is my family likes you, and i like yours.  What i know, is really all i need to know.

I'm going to eat your soul for breakfast

My class for next semester if i stay at CSI:

COM 150 Communications Intro

CIN 111 Video 1

COM 270 Radio and T.V. Production

Italian 213, Italian 3

and hopfully CIN 115 Introduction to Design and Media (when one of the customers at my job waives me into it)

hunter college is a complete run around. i'm semi excited for my classes next semester so i might just screw the entire thing and apply for next fall instead or something who knows.  I made a resume but i'm to lazy and comfortable to send it anyplace just yet.

I have to read 200 pages and write an essay by weds

i bought a new bed and built it and a new table and built it , but till tuesday when my new mattress comes i have no place to slept because my brother is coming home

trying new food is so good lately i discovered i love eggplant rollitine , piroges (sp?), baked clams , etc

http://break.com/index/hot-chick-pranked-in-bathroom.html

Do I look tired enough for you?

-WORK

-WORK

- my green rooms suffocating me so i'm painting. if you want to help since i hate painting come

- i bought a giant bed , people come stay with me i'll make u breakfast

- i'm going to try to convince this girl to convince her cousin to get me a spot working on david letterman so i can watch him ask sarcastic questions every night

-i need a new book to read and some new music to listen to.

- i want to visit nikkianne

- i love football, still

- i wonder if the countdown to the end of the world cargo bar has on its wall will really come true

- theres some sort of red in my hair

- college administrative assholes should probably stop sitting at their desks reading the newpaper and either answer my calls or help me when i show up there..MAYBE

you are new and near now to someone you used to love
when you were young; when all was gold and you two touched
and felt the flutter underneath your skin. you stood in glowing rooms,
the light dripping from both of you.
and nothing since has felt as radiant or real

paul told me the first time we hung out i put too much chocolate in my milk because i was nervous. i never thought that but its probably true. i like when he surprises me by knowing me better than i know myself, sometimes.

Zooming high above the largest ocean on planet earth

I've finally stopped caring about people who don't put out back.  I love who i have around me day by day lately.  Theres so much going on lately that my boss always asks me what i've been doing and i don't even know what to tell her because i'm delirious 24/7 and currently getting extremely sick  but big plans big plans.

Me and mary are moving in together 2009, probably in the spring or summer and it's going to be fucking awesome but we need a 3rd roomate. not sure where we are going to live yet bbut whatevz.

Tattoos with tina this week. we all went to the bar and i had horrible quesadillas and there were bagpipers who would get drunk and start playing and march in and out of cargo.

This weekend me and paul are going to ikea so we can get me my giant bed and i can't wait to lay around in it forever.

i think its set in stone that the only place me and paul should go out to eat is jade island and its the BEST. 

Crook

looking to move to bk by summer

2 roomies, anyone?

Obama '08

i've been anxious for 4 or 5 days now, since november has started. i can't sleep at all i wake up at 4:45 in the morning and toss for 3 more hours or until whenever i have to wake up.  i'm anxious because i'm scared of losing everything again and because my future seems so far away.

I'm watching that dude Spitzer on the news right now and his wife looks unhappy as fuck.  i wonder how much he's paying her to stay with him because that could be the only reason.

Old people will always fascinate me for the meer fact that their husbands or wives die and they still get up every morning, most of them, and do shit. how do you even deal with that kind of thing?

I AM NOT ELEANOR ROOSEVELT,FDR.

November, if there is any month that i hate it is this one, everything goes to shit during it. the trees die, it gets dark, and everything is compressed and suffocating. halloween is lame but i looked awesome. i'm broke as a joke. i fucking hate oprah i hope someone runs her over with a car she gave away to them.  

i'm sick of hearing mouth bullshit bullshit bullshit