i had some really great things to write tonight, but it's all spoiled now. i finished my second blanket, entertained an amusing phone call, watched tons of cartoon network, and got all sorts of annoyed [that's the story of my life].

i really hate being under 21. life seems so much more limited. i also regret the fact that i never left chicago to go to school. i'm slowly beginning to learn more and more about this place to make me hate it, and i really don't want to die hating chicago because i never left. living with the parents is getting lame, and i think i need to get a new job, something that doesn't require me to constantly talk to people [i don't think those jobs exist]. there are few times where i'm happy nowadays.

beautiful memories are no longer beautiful. they've been tainted with the knowledge of disconcerting things.

funny how scooby doo sounds like scooby doobie... or maybe that's all in my head.

patience for people is dwindling, and some days feel better spent alone. on a more random note, i should start listening to more 80's music. maybe i can learn to be ridiculous through it.

they weren't lying when they said i got sad when it rains for days...