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.

Here is where we'll go, I'll take us home.

I hate this. I really hate this. I hate feeling so many things about a person. Every single emotion. Especially hate sometimes. Every day I learn more and I wonder if the almost two years was worth it. Starting class isn't as fun as I expected it to be. The ferry ride over all I could do was smile. Writing in my journal again, something I hadn't done since December 11th. It wasn't that long ago, but things were so different. Everything is always different. Yet completely the same. 

I don't want to be here anymore because everything reminds me of someone. Anyone. Especially unpleasant memories. Every song a different person and time in my life. Some I can smile about and be thankful of, some that still hurt. Being at school makes it even worse. I thought that things would be exciting, but after my first class I was no longer smiling. And now in my room all I want to do is leave here. If only for the weekend.

S.P.

With a thousand words to say but one.

Taking a look at my life from here, I can't tell whats next except whats expected. All the trails that once stood beneath my feet are turned over and all that is left is an empty dream I've been clinging on to since I was much younger. I guess everyone wants a little bit of fame but I feel like I need it.

I find myself narrating my own story as I capture scene after scene behind my own eyes, waiting for something to happen. And seeing the same old places and people has left me tired of this story. So do I close the book, tear our a few pages, or hold it out. I've never been much of a reader anyway.

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

Parle vu Francais?

So it's settled. I'm moving to France. I'll find work as a cinematographer or maybe just work in a cafe. I don't care if I'm hated for being an American. I'll just watch movies like Amelie and learn. Have you heard that they're trying to make us seem like a romantic city like Paris? New York, I love you is NOT Paris, Je T'aime. New York is bitter, cold and confusing. In every sense. How they're making several love stories that revolve around the boroughs is beyond me. Especially this island. And especially on a snowy night like tonight, where everything is still, and you can almost feel everyone huddled in their beds watching French films wishing they were somewhere else.

Or maybe that's just me.

Sorrentina Palombra

It's Going To Be A Cold Winter

I've been sitting in the same clothes I put on two days ago before I left my house. It's something I just realized but I don't care. I've been by myself since then. Staying in is the best thing to do when the weather is this shitty. This island is lifeless on any day, nevertheless a snowy day. Listening to Tears For Fears and drinking tea is just about as interesting as a Sunday night can get. Every year is the same.

I'm tired and anxious and not sure what I'm waiting for. Maybe an unexpected call.

Clarence Kelly