tonight is halloween night. i am excited. i think ill go as a clown.

i am deporting from the cfa. i am done with it. no matter how many parties i go to there will never be anyone new and im tired of the old and im tired of the egos and im tired of “my place” in the whole fucked up judgemental fake power structures and also,

you people drive me absolutely insane.

if moss is your boss, im out.

i hate this fucking xanga. i suck at blogs.

Paper Topic: How have Torvald’s sexual fantasies and stipulations warped Nora’s lifestyle?

so that’s where i’m at.

poetry, poetry, poetry…….metaphor, metaphor, metaphor.

angsty, angsty teenager.

blah.

A bsolute

N ymphomania.

N ot

E ntering

T he

T roubled

E ncounter.

so okay

sophomore year.

its that fucking bump in the road where you know that you have to start taking responsability of your life and get your shit together, but you are not ready to at all. the expectations are higher, as is the amount of money spent on extraeneous activities. pay your rent. clean the kitchen. take the trash out. go to bed. do homework.

no.

i have eleven credits right now because i dropped my philosophy class. i need twelve credits to be considered a full-time student. oh well. summer school. i just hated that goddamn philosophy class.

what do my paretns really think of me? i dont think they have the foggiest idea of who i am.or what my priorities really are. they would not be happy if they knew the truth. so lying is what needs to happen. but im trying not to lie to myself…or justify any “unhealthy” choice on my age or environment.

…

i have a crush on the idea of having sex with this freshmen.

relationships are for the emotionally wealthy. but i still wanna fuck.