walking through hell.

The Hive bothers me, especially with half a section. One day.

Chicago was pretty awesome. I almost touched clothes that Gary Oldman wore. I was pretty excited.

I'm not excited for anything. Apparently the story of my life follows along the lines of Fight Club.
My futon is a mess...

I can't string ideas together. I'm a wreck.
Oh, and I forgot that My Chem actually has some good songs, so yeah. FML.

I am a little pissy right now. I want my (third) copy of Fight Club back. Stupid kid is trying to steal it. I hope he reads it, and it gives him hell.


Oh, and BTW: I am the Half-Blood Prince. Crucio. K,thx,bi.

Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven. Nothing you can say can stop me going home.

I don't have anything interesting to say...maybe I'll do something with this later.