I was starting to get a bit happy again ... new house, good friends, easy job. Then a couple days after I moved in it started to go down hill again. Started getting a bit deppressed again. Should have followed Dave's advice and not drank, but instead I got more drunk than I've ever been. Which was damn fun, I have to say, but I've gotten horriable cramps over the last few days. And I still don't know what the hell monkey ball is, though I did play it at one point that night.

... Random time ...

If boys could cry
youd see my eye glisten
but I can not stand to sigh
as I try to my friends listen

And though I love their smile
My child is dead of hearing
And I will feel this for a while
this mile that my soul is seeking

What the hell? now it's 2:15 ... what happened to happy Tristan? I was going to try and find him again. Clever guy seems to be hidding somewhere in my room, and I can't BEGIN to know where to look! And so ...

NO body LIKES me
EVERYbody HATES me
i'm going to the garden to eat WORMS

BIG FAT JUCY ones
OOY GOOY SLIMY ones
i'm going to the garden to eat WORMS

but then again, maybe it's just the hour laughing at me, and I should smash the clock... you know, I can't muster the energy to get mad, I just feel sick. Can't even write anymore... gonna go retreat into my book