my, my, my. looking back on the entries i posted a few years ago... i can honestly say that i've changed almost completely. too many things have happened to me, i've experienced extreme happiness and also extreme sadness. i hardly recognize the guy that i used to be. fuck him, i never liked that guy anyway.

and now i have no followers anymore. sad.

i'm going to attend a protest in a few hours, should be pretty neat.

There are certain people that you will meet in your life and they will make a profound impact on you, in ways you never thought they would. These people, while often times will be the most cynical motherfuckers you'll ever know, will also praise you and move you to do things that you never thought you would. I have a friend that has done this for me. Over the past year he has become one of my very best friends, someone I could share my beliefs and deepest thoughts with and never feel like he doesn't understand. And he too would share his thoughts with me and completely blow my mind. He is the most well-read person I know. He is the bravest son of a bitch I've ever met. I really can't say anything bad about him. Even though he comes off as the biggest asshole ever, when you first meet him. You slowly realize that he is one of the most amazing and unique people you'll ever come across. And he is also a brilliant writer, in my humble opinion.

The reason I am writing this is because I just watched the Johnny Cash video on redwoodpecker's blog and thought of my friend, Zach. Zach joined the Marine Corp. and is in Kuwait at the moment. He is on his way to Iraq any day now. Like me, he doesn't believe that this war is just, or right in any moral standing, and yet he is still over there.

Semper Fidelis. Godspeed. Come home soon.

Went to a gay club tonight. Met a couple of really nice people. Almost got to drink while I was still underage... almost.

School & work have been simultaneously fucking me over. I have no free time anymore. :'(

I'm driving down a lonely stretch of highway. Radiohead playing softly in the background, I'm focusing more on the sound of my car's engine and the overwhelming sound of the wind pouring in through all of my windows as I careen down the road. Smoking one last cigarette while I fight back my natural urge to breakdown and cry after saying goodbye to friends that I won't be seeing again for months.

I need to cut my hair. I need to clean my car & room. I need to eat healthier. I need to study hard this semester. I need a raise. I need to quit smoking. I need a new car. I need to meet someone who accepts me for me. I need to figure out if these are actually needs, or if they are wants.