El Revolución!

Four: 4

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 07:09:03 GMT

I think I've finally grasped the fact that She'll never get someone as good as me...Fucking Hillbilly Redneck fuckers...I knew this was going to happen.

Three: 3

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 09:50:07 GMT

I feel much better after talking with my new doctor. he seems to know what he's talking about more than my other ones. He's an Endocronologist (I don't think I spelled it right but whatever) that teaches OTHER doctors to be endocronolists. I like him. I feel safer now. G'nite chillins.

Two: 2

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 09:59:04 GMT

I really think I need help...

Professional Help. I'm probably going to end up going to rehab with my superbestfriend!. And I need to find a job. But, if this would help me get forward in my life again, then it's all worth it. I want to be able to be one of those people that wakes up at seven a.m. everyday, eats breakfast, watched Today(r), and reads the newspaper. I just need structure. I have also compiled a list of some writing projects. I'll get busting out on those soon enough.
On top of that, I need to get my diabetes and physical health way way way back up. I use to be...well...sexier, and alot less weak. These past couple of days I've really been trying to eat much healthier, and keep my bloodsugars in line, but it's hard when you've screwed up so badly.

I almost died. Now it's time I really started living.

One: 1

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 09:28:35 GMT

I've desided to start something for once in a long while. In a crazy way, I feel I should have never stopped doing it in the first place. Im going to try and start writing again. I stopped after I was force fed a major writing project as a senior in high school, and lately I would always say to myself, "I'm gonna write something great, I know it," but due to a new found feedom, I lost the decipline to do so.
Lately, whenever I sit down to start to writing something I have a strange feeling I had nothing good to write about. I think that was one part of the problem. I remember in creatave writing class as a sophimore, we had to keep a journal that we had to write in everyday. It didn't matter what you wrote, just that you wrote. It could be a short story, to music lyrics you had stuck in your head. Just anything. So, I'll start with that.

I always disliked anyone who offered help to someone who never asked for it. It reminds me or those evangelical christians who think that they're right and they NEED to save you. I think it's all a load of horse shit.

You know...this was going somwhere, but I really, really now feel differently about what I was going to write about. I guess if your looking for something to take away from this post, it should be, that my LiveJournal will litrally be about anything. I mean it...ANYTHING. I really feel that this a tool to help me recover my...creative side. So...wow...this is my very first "blog." In all honesty, I really use to hate people who wrote blogs. I thought they were a self absorption tool, for people who thought they were important. Well...Lets just leave it at this. I see it in a new light now.