It's been a long while since I've been on this site. Frankly I'm sort of embaressed what I left on it, but whatever. I've already found a lot of things a like. I've also found a lot of shit that I have to wade (sp) through. Now I remember why I stopped checking the site out so frequently. I have a few complaints to make I guess, so no one will hear them.
It's hard to take this site seriously when I see what people select for favourites. I look through the favourites of the day in order to avoid the millions of stuff that I don't care about. But people have such bad taste, I can't avoid it. One point of complaint is all the fat chick cartoons I find. Not that I'm against fat people, but those drawings are horrbile and are nothing but no talent scribbles. I get a kick out pleasing comments for them too. Who the hell could think that it's a good drawing? The line work, the color, the subject are all SHIT! Either the people who like them are fucking 13 year olds with a mind to get off on any kind of T&A they can, or you people have the art sense of gerbil.
On the topic of horrible artistic sense, I am reminded of my next complaint. People need to shove out of their two ounce skulls the notion that anime is the supreme style. This doesn't have so much to do with the artist, because I'm an anime fan as well. But it would be so much better if people would just give praise to the artists who clearly deserve it and to recognize new things. I know most of you are twelve, but a lot of you seem to think like you are.
I'm really sick of seeing these pieces of some crappy anime fan art or generic character. I have no problem with the ones done with talent. And who am I to say what talent is. What I am merely saying in this rant, is that, I'm sick of people being favourite whores. And for the younger artists and fans on this site, I hope that you will eventually realize that anime and tits are not the "end all be all," as much as I love the two oh so much.

So today, my place of education, Wakefield Memorial High School, let me go unto the big bad world with a piece of paper with my name on it. I wish I felt different . . . but I don't. Something does feel weird though. Maybe it's that sense of accomplishment that I so rarely feel . . . or maybe I'm scared as fucking fuck. I'm willing to bet on the latter. But no, I do actually feel like I overcame something strong here. And I feel very veclempt(if thats the correct spelling). It's just these feelings of "oh fuck!", "FINALLY!", *sigh*and ;_;. I'm really gonna miss certain things. Like that sense of stability, that I know where I have to be every day. I just feel sort of lost. Also, as everyone says, with just cause, I'm gonna miss everyone I liked. Because I know I'm not gonna see them very much, if at all. I had to keep myself from crying a lot today. There were a multitude of things that just set me off and I got that painful feeling in my nasal cavity from holding back tears. Having Green Day's "Time of your life" stuck in my head doesn't help much either.

And she'll never look into my eyes the same way ever again. I feel like there is nothing I can do help it. I want to say so badly, say something to her, anything, but I know that if I say anything wrong, even to the slightest bit, she's just going to push me away farther. I've been through these feelings before, and it's so hard to experience. When I met her I thought I'd never have to go through them ever again. But I fucked things up. I just want things to be better again. I wish she would just understand and accept that she will, no matter what, be a part of my conscience, and that she will be the god damn reason why I may choose do or don't. I wish she would freaking accept that obviously her feelings towards things will shape my desicions, because I love her and I don't want to hurt her. And I wish there was something I could do for her to respect me again. I wish she would feel happy.

How could I have been so weak. I tore down all my fucking morals last night, and it wasn't even a fun night at all. To be honest, my old friends are getting too far away from what I used to be. But at least they helped me see that I'm a weak-willed. Pere pressure is a bitch (if thats spelled right), especially when it's from whom are supposed to be your best friends. I'm so weak-willed, and I fucked it up because of it. Way to go Nathan . . . she'll never look at you the same again.

I hate when I feel like this. I'm so bored, and I wish I was with my girlfriend. But she's visiting our friend Anne about an hour away at college for the night. I fucking wasted my night going out with my other friends to have a few beers, but we left early, and I didn't like it there anyways. All the idiots made me irritated. So my night ended at nine fucking thirty and now I can't see shannon. . . . . I'm so bored . . . and I wanna be with shannon . . . a waste of a fucking night!