"I am a cloud and I am so afraid"

[Crucias]

Hi. I'm Crucias, or Alex, whichever you prefer. Some other people who post on this board made me think, "Maybe I can do this too." Of course, this was before I realized I have nothing to say. This, however, is not stopping me.

If you see any spelling or grammar mistakes, please tell me. I'd appreciate it. And off I go.

I did an evil thing yesterday. It's not baby-killing evil, but it was pretty bad. I have a friend, who I'll call Mark, who has a girlfriend, who I'll call Christine. Christine and I have never gotten along, so I was surprised that she spoke to me the other day, and shared intimate details about her relationship with Mark. Embarrassing details. She made me promise not to tell Mark, and I didn't. I told a friend, who then told Mark. I suspect that Mark is, even now, breaking up with Christine.

I hope people's opinions of me haven't been soured, but if they have, it's rightfully so. I'd apologize, but I don't feel sorry, so I'm not going to say I am. I do feel bad, but only because I know I've done wrong. Anyway.

Do you read Gypsy's journal? You should. After you're done, tell her that she rules, because she does. She's, like, the goddess of journal writing. Ali Davis? Pish posh. She is but a mere peasant before the righteous might of Gypsy!

I'm bi-polar, so expect the mood of this journal to fly about like chimps on acid.

Now, for everyone's least favorite part of this journal...
THE SONG AND BOOK OF THE YET UNDETERMINED PERIOD OF TIME!

Song: Divinity Destroyed - Smoke and Mirrors (from www.mp3.com/divinitydestroyed)
Book: The Neon Bible by John Kennedy Toole

Love, Crucias.

 

[Crucias]

Everyone named Sam is cool.

People have been reading my journal. I don't think this means anyone thinks I'm good. You probably clicked on the link, read it, were disgusted, and resolved to never read my journal again. What makes me keep writing? Stupidity is bred into my very bones.

Normally, I write out my journal entries in a notebook before posting. Today, my journal entry sucked, so I guess I'm going to wing it, as it were.

I am a male. I find it to be a bit strange, as a male, that so many other males piss me off. I'm tired of going into work and seeing all of my friends ogling the hostesses. Not that I think the hostesses care. Really, it's enough to make one become a hermit. And you probably all think I'm gay now. Huzzah.

I recently moved out of my father's house and came to live with my aunt. (I'm 16.) My father is the epitome of stereotypical manly behavior. We would go to the grocery store, and he would would crane his neck in order to get the best view of the cashier's cleavage. He would sit on the couch with a bag of chips, a case of beer, and a pack of cigarettes and stare at the television until midnight, when he would go to bed. Get up the next day, work, and do it again. And my brother, who is still living with him, is turning out just like him. The horror.

Anyway, I have to get ready for work. So, what you all have not been waiting for...

THE SONG AND BOOK OF THE YET UNDETERMINED PERIOD OF TIME!
Song: Dada - Dorina
Book: The Neon Bible by John Kennedy Toole

Folks, I'm just trying to broaden your horizons a little. We have to work together! Teamwork! Go team red! Okay, I'm done.

Love, Crucias.

 

[Crucias]

"Yeah, it's over now but I can breathe somehow""

No. I haven't posted in a while. Because I got a new stereo for my room. I've been listening to AKp and Suicidal Tendencies for a while. But now I'm back, I figure it's time to up the stupidity a few notches. I will tell you things about me and this here journal.

I am Alex. Soon I will have a new last name, so watch out! I like almost every kind of music ever ever. I like to drink Gatorade, although I have no need for a quenched thirst and I do little to no activity at all. Once I had a proud computer, but I moved and now I have a computer that is dejected and frequently kicked due to my *ahem* muscle spasms. When I sound egotistical, be assured that I'm joking. I actually think I suck. I like to weld things together. My favorite band is Alice in Chains.

This journal is openly homosexual. It's title comes from a Boy Hits Car song called "I'm A Cloud" which you should all go download and listen to. All of the post names are also from songs. It will frequently be neglected.

You can tell I don't have anything to talk about, can't you?

And now, with almost no introduction, it's...
THE SONG AND BOOK OF THE YET UNDETERMINED PERIOD OF TIME!
Song: Alice in Chains - Over Now
Book: No book this time. Sorry folks.

This may be my last post. In case it is, and people miss me and my no-longer-in-the-closet journal, thanks for reading. You are undoubtedly lamer for having done so, but still, I appreciate it.