black trenchcoats and cat shoes

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Feelin like poo.

Every time I talk to Dan he'll say one thing, and then contradict it the next day. It's like a constant up and down cycle. One day I'm happy the next I'm sittin on my bed crying my heart out because of confusion. Been trying to keep my head level by aimlessly surfing the internet, even tryed drawing...but I cant find my fucking pencils. Ugh, all this stuff being said that I dont agree with and that I can't really say any thing about because I know I'll just make things 10x worse. W/e. I'll just put on my plastic smile and continue with the day, maybe go to lunch with the guys, play ddr w/ Dan or something.