the z-co express departs for vermont at 5 am tommorow.
while they snowboard, i will be fervently seeking none other than... yeti.
if i don't make it, let everyone know that i died a brave man. a man who ventured into the frozen wasteland seeking the beastie, and did not make it; a man who went down fighting the despicable abominable.
wish me luck. tell the boys i'll see them soon. to the fair towns people: i shall offer in exchange the head of a slain beastie for your daughters.
for the next few months, i will probably hate everything, and everyone the unfortunate part, is that i will most likely have good reasons this is not a poor attitude, this is a realistic attitude that i've adapted via trial and error.
Yo! Thank you to everyone for all of the well-wishings, and visits thus far.
I got out of the hopsital very late last night (early this morning) where I spent the day, and evening. 6 hours of IVs, steroids, antibiotics, and pain killers.
The good news is that I'll be alright, I just have to rest. I can't leave my house for a little while, because a fever could spike again without notice.
it's 5 am. my throat is basically swollen shut, and i have a fever. my lower back, and legs ache. my head feels like a balloon, and i'm the kid who jumped to catch it - but missed it by an inch.
maybe if i wasn't so frustrated, i'd be able to sleep - i've had alot on my mind lately.
- i'm going to be living in another city (or maybe even country) in roughly a year and a half. i'm slowly accepting the fact that if I come back - whether it be in 3 months, or 3 years - so many people will be doing the same old shit; playing the same games.
it's nothing short of depressing. i honestly feel like half of the world is just sleep walking around me.
- i think i want to start my own comic book.
- scuito is in town for a week.
- rob got me new markers
- i honestly HATE pessimism(i probably spelled that wrong). there is a huge difference between being realistic, and finding the worst in things.
- in less than a month, i will be surrounded once again by students who actually care about their future (and replace words with actions to better said future). i will be editor of the paper, and i have an internship at the niagara gazette. this makes me super pumped. i believe i've worked hard for this, and it will probably require some productive hibernation (which i just may need).
this just in, my ear hurts now as well.
i love amanda.
zoo.
this world depresses me a great deal; sometimes i wish it wasn't constantly sneering in my face.
i just want the best for EVERYONE. i hope they want the same.
Current Location:anywhere but here. Current Music: quiet - not the good kind.
today on my way home from school, i decided to stop by the salvation army to look at clothes that i cannot afford. i fell inlove with a jacket, and the tag said $2.99. I'm like "shit, this is my bid" so I go to the counter and get ready to pay. dude informs me that the tag says 5.99 rather than 2.99, so i tell him i'll put it back (lay off me, im poor) i do a little bit of debating, and decide to call my dad and see if he would lend me the extra few. phil is a great, great man, so of course he agrees. i proceed to head to the counter, where i inquire as to whether they could hold it for me for a couple of hours. right in the middle of my inquiry, a woman quickly interrupts and asks how much the jacket costs. she had dirty teeth, and one of the brightest faces i have ever seen. i knew what she was getting at, and i refused. of course she insisted so i agreed. she handed me 10 dollars for the jackjet. and then an extra single dollar. she told me to keep the change, and to "be blessed..." i gave her a huge fucking hug, thanked her, and went on my way
my dad says she may have been an angel, and i agree. she is my angel. because she made me feel a way that no person or thing has been able to make me feel in a long time.
just simple, complete happiness. no logic, no mental debate. i smiled, and meant it.
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