time for grey

i don’t think that i have written in a few weeks.

but that just makes sense. i don’t know what i would write about. jenni, amanda and i are going to cape cod. i am becoming oppressivley stingy.

i am a chronic liar and i never tell me parents the truth. they honestly never have any idea where i really am at nihgt. but it hasn’t taken its toll on me yet.

they trust me, they know i drink…and they know i am safe. what a perfect world.

my political behavior proffessor is out of town because it is CMU’s spring break, and I am house sitting, sounds like a time for a party.

next week alexia and i have a plan for me to get into the wayside, i really hope it works.

my cursor is on cocaine. it is moving all over the screen, which is crazy because no one is moving it.

i had a dream last ngiht that mike ziemke and i were cocaine dealers and some one was killed because they used our cocaine. so i was charged with involuntary manslaughter. and then i woke up and had to use the bathroom, so i don’t know what happened next.

oh dear, my friend mike from shepherd is online. those crazy shepherd kids.

my school is doing a tean summit. a bunch of workshops and we are also producing the play bang bang you’re dead. it is just crazy. they are doing some challenge day sort of thing. i signed up for that workshop, and a workshop on stalking.

i wanted to have a dance party tonight. but i don;t think that is going to happen.

instead alexia and i will just do lemmon droppers all night.

awe jeez, look at my life. how lame, i think i am going to go cry, shoot myself…something like that.