This possum can drink more that I can!...

Which Disney Princess are you?

Hey! November how the hell ya' been?...
Pierced my ear today. Now I have two holes in each ear. The sound made while the earring was going through was quite disgusting, but hey, pain is beauty, right? Cha'.
Yeah, anyway, I'm just waiting for my laundry to get done, so I can rest my cerebellum before it leaks fluids. I want to keep those fluids, so I hope it's soon...yeah.

So many things on my mind. Eh, I'm such a dull person.
Bleh.

Kristy's bathroom...
I don't want to be Dustin anymore. I'm sick of life.

At least you have a spleen...
I took a nap today, and when I woke up I felt like I was recuperating from drowning. I guess that's a biological bilboard saying, "You better stop mutta' fuggin' smoking, you retard!"
Sigh. I still feel like I'm half asleep.
Yeah, I'm so close to dropping out of school and becoming a hermit of my own mind or something. Go smoke some weed with some skanky chick then get her knocked up so I can have some dead-end job as a McD' or trucking company employee.

Yeah, I know Jesus, that bitch owes me 15 bucks...
For some reason I look, taste, smell, and feel like a 18 year old. Could it be that I am one now, ha. Never thought I'd see the day.
Now that I am though, I've decided that I'm going on a man's pilgrimage to utilize his age. Thus, I have some objectives that I have to carry out by the end of this week:
1. Buy a pack of cigarettes on my own
2. Buy a lottery ticket (I've already played bingo. lol)
3. Get a blockbuster card
4. Offer myself to some old black guy named Herman on Division.
5. Buy a cigar and smoke it right in front of my mom

Little brothers and ephibulators...
I remember spending my days writing long, elaborate stories, and drawing everything that came off the top of my head. When did I loose my imagination? Is it inevitable for every person to loose their ability to disconnect with the harshness of reality, and manifest collections of phantasy and simple dreams/hopes. God, I miss those days when I'd come home from school and spend hours on end drawing and writing. Those are the things that amount to nothing, but are the most valuable throughout life. I respect and envy anyone who still has those abilities accessible to them on the whim.
Sigh, ah well.

So, I get the small room...
Bleh.
I think I'm the potential product of a someone who has lived beyond the his years of existence. I've experienced pretty much everything I've wanted to in my life.
Not to be conceited. The sad part is, I can't remember a time where I've actually experienced unconditional happiness. I don't even know if that exists. I wish crude humanity was written on a cereal box or something, and not that synthetic shit scholars write either. If I wanted that I'd take up christianity.

Wayne the Newt of Newt Records...
Sigh...
It seems that I dive head first into the most complex of situations only to miss that big rock at the bottom of the pool by a small margin.

It seems that I've grown fond of someone, school is slipping out of my hands, I can somewhat sing now, and I probably won't get ma' fuggin' liscense til' next June. Not skwa, dude, bro, narly, stoked, just pooty.

sigh...I need a hug.

Sasparilla...
Played bingo.
Sinned.
Fucked my fucked up life the fuck up.

Cody, sit pretty...
Whoa, a week from this saturday, I turn the big 18. I become an emancipated adult, but the oppression is still there. Go figure. I look back on my life, and the things that I can remember boggle the hell out of me. The changes (and there a quite of few) that I've gone through goes to prove that throughout a person's life, they're going through a constant metamorphosis. It's crazy, and I'm crazy, ha ha. I just hope for the best in the future (enthusiasm?). I hope I can push through my troubles, and find the proverbial light to guide my way, most of all, I hope for some happiness. That's not to selfish is it? (exercise of the ol' rhetorics)

Gingerbread can't talk...
I'd never have thought that such a thing as Venus Dustin Trap existed. It's astonishing the things that pull me into themselves through superficial appeal, then suck the very life from me. That applies to more than, let's say, cigarettes or depression. It's sick. I'm at the pinnacle of it all, the one I never thought I'd see. Metaphorically speaking, the one that drove his car up to my sidewalk and asked me if I wanted a ride to school. I've avoided, and avoided him for years, but I got sick of his damn repetitious harrassment, like, asenine questions. At some undistinguishable point I jumped in his car and asked him where he's really taking me, and what he's going to do to me. But, he doesn't have the answers, because he doesn't know himself. End of metaphor. Thus, I have no basis of control on what decisions I make anymore, nor does anyone else, it's the anonymous dude in the car, who's in a state of disorientation himself.
Ah well, I dont have time for that fucking shit.

Err, bleh, tired

The leading cause of death for cookie jars...
Today I took a long nap. I know that's interesting, but what makes it intriguing is the dream I had. It consisted of my brother cutting the head off his 12 inch penis. Then somehow I developed a lazy left eye that always shifted to the side (It was so real, I thought I could actually feel it doing that) then out of nowhere I manifested new neighbors that live next to me, who are really interested in computers. And everyone asks me why I'm so tired all the time, pssh...

Sometimes, I wish I could go back in time, and talk to a younger me. To see how I've changed over the years, what things I've lost, what things I've gained.

Bleh.

(In Elmo Voice) But, you don't love me?...
King: Divided from herself and her fair judgement,
Without which we are pictures of mere beasts
-Hamlet
Scene 5

Put gel in my hair for the first time in 2 months (I believe?). Looks stupid, not doing that again, oh no...