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b e n l y........
...............an outlet, of sorts
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7.07.2002
Words cannot describe the boredom I am feeling. My life has become one sorry-ass existence. I wake up at 4 in the afternoon, eat something, take a shower, round up my friends to see what everyone is doing, find out that they aren't doing anything, and then basically me or someone else suggests getting drunk. Then we get drunk and stay up till 6 am, and the process repeats itself. If barnes & noble were open 24 hours, I would be one well-cultured mofo right now. Trying to find creative things to do with my time other than pack for my move back home. Eating has become rather popular. Believe it or not, I actually end up watching very little of the tele because the timing is all off and when I do turn on the tv, there's only crappy stuff on. Shit, man.
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7.03.2002
Welcome to the world of Ben. Damn. Well I guess I'll start by introducing myself? Shit... no, wait. I guess I shouldn't try to write as if I have an audience. All I'll say is that it seems like everyone has an online journal (well, not everyone, but a few people, and it seems like a nice idea) and I've been wanting to keep a regular journal but this online deal is much easier. Ever since I saw Cruel Intentions with that guy that kept the journal thing filled with his conquests, and I saw one of my friends' friends keeping a journal kinda like along the same lines, I was like, "Damn. That's kinda badass." But alas, I have no conquests of which to write. So I guess I'll just keep this as something to look back on when I'm old. Well, old-ER. OK. That's long enough.
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Ok, well I guess I just start typing like this and it comes out like that...
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