and yes, that they are. i am at school, the tail end of a rather hectic semester. I have gained some good friends as well as lost touch with some, some of greater loss than others. none the less, we move on, we recover. and we are not superficial, and pretty is not superficial. everyone is pretty, and most people do to some degree care about their own appearance, as well as the appeerance of things around them. now, isnt this superficial? to exspend energy on the way things look? well, thats what we do. but the catch is that we make it all happen; the care put into appearance and visual perception is a tool that drivese the thoughts and actions of others (and all of us really).

i hate that so much of my life is focused on you right now, but, what can i do about it? okay. so, i dont know if you read this either, but i just want to understand.
please?
i dont know what ive done, but i mean, i suppose that its too late. you dont want my last hours, so i hope you realize that they were probably your last possible ones with me. i say that, but we both know that im doing exactly what you want me to.
no last night goodbyes, no counterstrike, no vans. its ok, i dont know because its always no.

[brakemelikesugarpane]

whens spring break gonna happen?
cmon now?

so
yes
i am stranded in sf at my school, waiting for the free bus to pick me up and ake me back to lovely oakland. Not much is good in my life right now. I just go to school, and preted to be content with the few psudo friends i have, wishing that i could be with the few people i actually love. uh. yea. schoolwise, i am still an undecided major, ill figure it out one day, but not today. and for all of you who are looking forwards to valentines day, good job, and be happy that you dont live thousands of miles away from the person you want to enjoy. yea. thats my advice for other people. uh. so. advice. oh yea. dont make the bois cry. it makes me sad when you cry. i dont want to be sad anymore. i dont want you to sad.
just lie to me

while i sit and wait
for the next adventure
with you at my fingertips
just a click away
my fingers move
dextarity impared
my palm begins to shake
youre no longer there
the persistant chime
of the caller machine
i open my mouth
to be filled by youre words
when only the echoes of your speech
can cure my meloncholy
i can not forget
i can not remember
if i could save
then id remember
but the 3.5 inch floppy
is too big an endeavor