September Eighteen, Two-thousand and five. Eight: twenty-five P.M.

     Going going going to to to St. St. St. Mary's Mary's Mary's WHERE ALL THE FUCKING CRAZIES LIVE tomorrow. To Claire's with Emily. Then we're gonna go get shoes for homecoming and then we're gonna to kmart and buy pretty much anything random. Perhaps I'll buy a toothbrush? Who knows. But right now I would like to scream. But thank you, [you know who you are] for admitting that I was right.

     Birthdays are retarded. They piss me off. Since my particular date of birth was in 1990, everyone acts like I'm a stupid little highschool girl and I don't know anything. Well I'll tell you one thing, I've been acting a lot more grown up than all you big bad college kids so far. So lets see how long it takes for you to notice and then we'll see who's stuck in highschool. You guys are retarded. Stop yelling. It's my turn.

     Fuck You.

And that is all.

                        -sam.

 

August Twenty-ninth, Two-thousand and five. Six: forteen P.M.

 

So basically. About 22 hours ago, I realized that I don't understand anything about anyone or any being, or object, that has ever been. And, my theory is- I suck at life. So I'm reforming the site. Yay for reform......  I'm such a pacifist. And an emo one, at that. Oh well. I tend to like it... Usually. I Love you. If anyone even reads this stupid fucking thing. -The worst day of my life is coming to a close.

 

Pacifist is just a fancy word for hippy, for all you kids who haven't read anything in your lives.

 

          - sam

 

August Fifteenth, Two-thousand and five. Six: twenty-one A.M.

 

Seriously, you guys. Go to my deviant art page. I just got photoshop and and I'm all pumped about the new pics. PLEASE go. I'll love you forever. http://verbalbulimia.deviantart.com

 

Thanks kids!!! Love, Love <333

 

                 -sam

 

August Tenth, Two-thousand and five. Nine: forty-six P.M.

 

Well, I haven't been on in awhile. So I'm just here to update. For some reason, I'm on deviantART now, because it's angsty. And I guess I am too. I am currently in a fight that makes little sense to me, because Sam doesn't understand anything. But have fun with it. The link for deviantART is on the links page. It just.. Made sense to me... Lovvvveee <33333

                         -sam.

 

July Fourteen, Two-thousand and five. Ten: Fifty-three A.M.

 

dance dance dance dance dance. dance, mother fucker. i love you! i didnt sleep last night. i have too much, too many people to think about. one in particular. i have a xanga now. wo0t wo0t! the name is samisajew. have fun with it.

i have some new pics up on the 'me' page. they're all on the right side. ironic, eh? check those out. i'm proud. haha.

keep the lovin' goin' around. it's fun that way.

i found ky warming jelly today. just lyin' around the house. i was excited cause that is shit is so fun. sorry that sounds dirty. but i'm serious!

                       keep lovin'-    sam.

July Seventh, Two-thousand and five. Three: Forty-eight P.M.

 

when the pawn hits the conflicts, he thinks like a king. what he knows throws the blows and he'll win the whole thing. before he enters the ring, he's won the whole fight. because there's no one to batter you when your mind is your might. so when you go solo, you hold your own hand. and remember that depth is the greatest of heights. and if you know where you stand, then you'll know where to land and if you fall, it won't matter, because you'll know that you're right.

June Twenty-Third, Two-thousand and five. One: Thirty-Seven A.M.

 

Just making a post cause it's been awhile. Hi, World.

 

May Eleventh, Two-thousand and five. Seven after Eight P.M.

 

May Ninth, Two-thousand and five. Eight:Forty-Five P.M.

 

May Ninth, Two-thousand and five. Six:Fifty-Two P.M.