If man is five, then the devil is six.

Not even when I was Catholic did I give something up for lent, but something about this year, giving something up sounded really good. Plus I needed incentive to not do something to begin with. So far its been two successful days. Though difficult, and my compulsive need to do this thing I gave up, with the help of some friends and music, I will prevail. 

I decided I want to spend as little time at home as possible, but not for the resons you may think. This weekend I am going to Long Island. Next weekend is my friend's birthday so I have to be here for that, but I'll be in Williamsburg Friday night so that's good enough. And for the weekends after that, I'll be visiting people at school. The reason is because in my Design 4 class we're looking at everyone's work and preparing it all for a future website we'll make. What I've noticed is that my body of work is lacking compared to other students. I think I've been too scared to get out there, and have been too worried about completing projects and not actually making the work good.

Hooray for adventures!

In other news, when is it getting warm? I want to go tagging and do acid upstate. Ahaha

S.P.

And then the cops showed up...

"School's a living hell. I work and don't get paid." - Jawbreaker

Yeah. School is in session and Jawbreaker is in. I have Two 2-hour breaks between classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I might just go insane. Thank goodness for food and cigarettes.

I'm running out of pictures to ruin with my lack of skills in Photoshop. I'm going to have to find some inspiration.

I'm broke as fuck and I have no job. School leaves me little time to work. I really need the money though. Whatever, this weekend I will forget my worries with 40's of OE and too many cigarettes so that I might not want to leave my house again. And I need pussy. Anyone interested in a one night(day) stand please respond to this entry. Please...really.

C.K.

Excuse me...

Has anyone perfected time travel yet? Because I could really use it right about now. I’m not the type to regret things. Usually I believe that everything happens for a reason and that it will all come together eventually, but all I can think about is changing some things I said and did. Everything on this island makes me think about it. Everything in my life makes me think about it. It’s chasing me down and I can’t take it.

The other night I was in Dunkin Donuts, when quite a few high school kids came in right before it was closing. Across from me sat a group of girls with the strangest look to them. This one girl, who I couldn’t stop staring at, had long black crunchy curly hair pulled back by a clip with her long-ish bangs, parted in the middle, straightened and hairsprayed stiff.

I just don’t understand why anyone would think this is normal. Or pretty. They’re like aliens.

Sorrentina Palombra