Thoughts with Melody

Went through it all...

With noting to show for it. Off it, I need a stoge.

Check it

There's No Place Like Home.

Beauty at it's finest.

I don't give a damn about my reputation...

Or do I? Uhh, Naah, I don't. But what I do give a damn about is WHY people that know nothing about me characterize me based on things they know nothing about. I mean, no matter where you go there are going to be people that'll say things about you for no apparent reason, or get in your business, but does it ALWAYS have to be that way for me? That's one of my pet peevs, nosy ass people. Why must you have something to say about every little thing i do, and try and pin point why i do certain things. You think you may know me, and you might even think you are helping me but you're NOT. You're just adding to the cause, making a greater effect. So Fuck Off.

Look into my Crystal Ball.

So today I went to the meeting @ Thoreau w/ my mom. It was chill. I mean there's no continuation school like Shores, but this will do for the time being. Let's start off with this, they drug test... Randomly. You have to take a test before they let you in, and of course I failed. The only thing my mom said was, ''what ever happened to D.A.R.E'' and left it @ that. Coolbeans. I might not be back home yet, but this is a constant reminder that i'm almost there. 4 more months and i will be a south bay resident, once more. i'm excited to start this new school, get a job, be more independent. i have the next 3 years perfectly planned out in my head, set forth goal, achieve, and look back at what i've gone through and be proud. i know i may do a lot of really retarded things, and i can't help it... but for the most part, i know i'm going in the right direction in life, according to what I think is right. and that's all that matters.