The-n has no end

I knew the Strokes were amazing– this is an obvious statement. Though, I didn’t know that they knew so far into the future that The-n would become a 24 hour channel. This just boggles my mind!

I’m so glad I didn’t waste my time doing that project. It’s due on Monday. I’ll probably work on it tomorrow, along with my extra credit assignment.
Maybe not.

Read my poetry. I don’t care, if you read this bull. Love it, live it, remember it.

One day I’ll be famous.

Oh WoW!

It seems Melissa Etheridge (the one that will destroy all humans) has made a blog.

www.melissaetheridge.wordpress.com.

I wonder if this has anything to do with the story I’m planning on writing.

Obviously, this isn’t the famous Etheridge, but she does seem to like to play as if she is.

Quite historical!

Argh.

Comcast doesn’t allow web servers. I’m still making it one. I just won’t use it until I have a provider that allows it.

Hmm

I took my old computer out of the nothingness it was standing as. I’m going to make a web server out of it. Whee.

That’s for tomorrow, though. I think I’m gonna go eat or something.

And then there was four.

Well, today marks number four with $520.00. I’m sure I will get use out of it!

I worked 8-12. It was too early for me to think, so I got some curb service. Fun.

I went to my brother’s hockey game. He lost.

I’ll probably write some in a tad.

Fires burn, like icicles form in my body, quickly and relentlessly.

I got a 12 string acoustic Mitchell guitar. It’s nice. I did get some other things, too.

It looks like my only day off for this break was Christmas. Oh well. It’s not like I have anything better to do, anyway.

I think I’m going to write in a little bit. Probably after a shower. I don’t know.

Something most people don’t know.

I’m no longer Christian. Hell, I think Science, Religion, and History are all lies. If you must burn in hell, I’d want to be with you there.

Solstice= love + death

Oh, I got accepted into the wonderful college of the Atlantic Cape Community. That’s good, I suppose. I picked Literature as my major. I really want to get a MFA in Creative Writing, but I’ll have to do that after I get my Associates degree.

Christmas is almost here. I didn’t ask my parents for anything, but I do think I know what they got me. It doesn’t really matter, either way. If they got me nothing, I don’t think I would feel bad or anything. It’s not like I really need anything. Half of the stuff I do have I don’t use or hardly use.

I censor a lot of my life out of this blog. This is sort of public domain information, because anything I write here you probably already know.

What is there to tell, anyway. Anything I’d say is probably already in my poetry.

Facts of Noah’s life:

Well, I like someone. That someone doesn’t like me. I’m not heartbroken or sad or anything. Life goes on and will go on. I’m not going to waste time in life fretting over anything lame. That’s not saying that I still don’t like her, though. I probably will continue to do so. Amazing people tend to be hard to come by, especially in New Jersey. What a beautiful mind.

I write a lot of poetry. I’m hoping to write something that makes her proud. It’s not only that, though. I like to write a lot. I will continue to do so. Hell, I hope I can someday release a compilation of poetry. It’s not that I’m trying to write as many as I can, either. I can’t write only one poem and have it be super amazing or anything, but the more I write the more likely one of those is to come along.

I hate when people touch me. Of course, it’s not everyone. It seems that the majority of the people who touch me are ones that I don’t want to. Why would I want to hug you? I probably don’t even really care if I ever speak to some of you again. (It’s probably not anyone that reads this blog, though, because I think only my friends would want to. Maybe, not.)

I prefer to be alone. I’d rather sit around here writing poetry, playing guitar, or playing a game than hang around most people. There are exceptions to everything, I suppose. For example, I hung out with Gianni twice, I think. I’ve gone out with people probably like six times in the past two years.

People who toss around love like it’s a common thing really grind my gears. You’re not in love after like fifteen days, kids. I personally believe it has something to do with the whole having sex thing. It sort of justifies it, maybe. I really don’t know. Perhaps, I’m just bitter from never falling in love. It just really means a lot to me.

Age doesn’t matter in the least bit to me. This creates some rather awkward situations. I get along with people who are older than me more than the ones that are the same age. I do have friends my age, though. Just the majority of kids and me are totally different.

I’m a virgin until marriage. It’s not some religious thing. I’m not abstinent for “the holy lord.” I don’t think anyone is worthy of having the (dis)pleasure of having sex with me, unless they are vowed by my side.

I’m straightedge. I might be different from not being afraid to say how I really feel and whatnot, but that doesn’t mean I have to be on drugs. I’ve never touched any, to be honest. I’ve never been drunk or high, I’ve never drank, though I have tasted, I’ve never smoked a cigarette. I have had the chance to do all of these multiple times in my life. I’m way smarter than you, though. Why start a habit that wastes money and causes problems?

That’s enough for now. I’ve repeated all that stuff many times before.

How we end up

Damn it. So, I totally rubbed against a car that was out of its lines today. I dented my sister’s truck. They were fine, though, so that’s good. I still feel like a retard. I tend to mess a lot of things up. I’m just not going to drive anywhere unless I have to, like work. At least until I get my own car, which will hopefully be a lot smaller.

I am BEOWULF!

Wow, can I not go a day without doing something incredibly ridiculous? Well, I sort of didn’t know we were supposed to go out to our buses without there being an announcement over the intercom, so I sort of waited for one. It never came. When I got to third period they called me up to attendance from Miss Salvatore telling me to get the hell out there. Oh well. So, I went. It was one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. Of course it’s not really supposed to be a comedy, but it was hilarious nonetheless. After the movie I sort of sat around looking at the ground waiting to leave. I started writing another story in my notebook, and then I went to eighth period to listen to a presentation.

Fun times.