tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38297902011-11-27T19:04:48.074-05:00calculators named fogarmy rants of constructional subjects without projectional vocabularies to obtain adverse effects on your abilities to be educated.craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comBlogger951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-12641840917390292402010-06-25T16:25:00.003-04:002010-06-25T16:44:32.075-04:00Turns and turns give me the wonders of what will come next. I just wonder what life will steer me to next. I am larger than ever in my head but I know that I have become forgotten already. Steering for importance kills me. It is an egotistical action that makes me wish that I was not being hypocritical. It is true though. You taste importance and you want more. You crave more. I didn't want craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-64129863864644871662008-05-05T23:05:00.002-04:002008-05-05T23:24:55.681-04:00I keep saying it but I'm running on E. I have a brick in my seat, had it all day with no time to spare. I wanted something to hand out but the slips shrunk to the point where they wouldn't cut. Pain aint got nuttin to do wit it. I'm not crying about good byes because I'm not leaving. I still have shit up my ass. I have more award ceremonies to worry about. I have to deliver undeliverable craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-57386984725330082032007-11-19T17:46:00.000-05:002007-11-19T18:21:28.577-05:00wah I'm drowning in my own blood. Drive is lost from my mind and all that remains right now is my hope that still seems to move me even though the light is on. I just need someone to let me relase this emotion but now I feel the most ugly as I ever have felt. My confidence is gone as well. I have rejected myself. I had a nice girl as me out. I decided I give her a chance even though I craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-69460228063397894742007-10-28T15:12:00.000-04:002007-10-28T15:15:22.436-04:00Dragging on and on...wasting time and money and life because my life is my time and time is money if you turn it into the money that is possible to make. Why do I stay in my room all day doing nothing? Probably because I don't feel like it. so easy to do nothing. where is my motivation? I don't know probably from sex. Will I get any if I do anything today. Probably not...so why am I doing craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-52085828000547479792007-03-07T00:42:00.000-05:002007-03-07T01:17:59.216-05:00sorry about the light but let bring something to your mind. many travels have giving me some reasons to ask why do people use these drugs to impede themselves. now i believe that i wrote something on this long ago. now lets take it out of the box. I propose that it is all nostalgia from your childhood. this is if we talk of alcohol. other drugs are another story and personally i dont have much craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-36825543030420111592007-02-19T03:32:00.000-05:002007-02-19T03:49:56.844-05:00ex hasted with doing much of a lot of pretty much nothing hast fully. I notice there is a sort of glaze that covers someone who is tired and sick at the same time. It might just be my sickness. Sickness gives me a nice perspective to look from. My head doesn't hurt at all. It is only my nose and ears that are clogged with something that impedes them. i noticed i was typing correctly for a craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1152480717980276772006-07-09T17:22:00.000-04:002006-07-09T17:31:57.993-04:00I know every child did this when you were young. You got so angry at your friends that you told them or told your own self that you were never going to be their friend anymore. Such is life. Everyone does that. The next morning you go over to their house and ask them if they can come out to play. You are never separated for more than a day. But now your older and more stubborn. Now you can lastcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1152240868229481812006-07-06T22:39:00.000-04:002006-07-06T22:54:28.240-04:00Looking for action as in active living life looking for fun. Sexuality is life but passive till night. I know the wants and needs of my own but is that true to my hearts tone. None that I can recall for mainly everything is all. I am staying active mind and body but not with any hottie. The rhyming is just coming so don't be thinking something. Anything gay even though that's the way. Let it go. craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1146536643931525712006-05-01T22:08:00.000-04:002006-05-01T22:24:03.953-04:00I feel like I just killed my own baby. I taught her a lesson and myself. You are the nicest person ever. grow a backbone drop me. If someone lied to me flat out and hurt me so, I would just drop them. Why do I have to do that for you? Hopefully you learned a lesson from that. Nothing is your fault believe it or not. That was quite awkward, to tell you that you should drop me. Why am I craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1130211259091625912005-10-24T23:24:00.000-04:002005-10-24T23:34:32.303-04:00Ive ended. this had ended. everything has ended. i need hope again. come back. finish all. get relieved. finish all. i know what i want. i know what i need to do. at least i know that. technology is working. i am moble. i have everything at my fingertips. i have resources. i have my bibleoteca. yes. that is life. living life is life is life. lazy...boring. done. awwe done.your fogarcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1128897857462106592005-10-09T18:31:00.000-04:002005-10-09T18:44:17.466-04:00antisocial. well. there goes one idea. i need to get involved in one area. all i have is nothing all i have is every alli have is one thing all i have i nothing all i have is never. all i am is a man here in on place, standing alone. with noone. i wish. dont we all. why why is it hard to do and act on one thing, be one thing, do do do do, its done one more thing to do with you is live my life craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1126902806273171702005-09-16T16:29:00.000-04:002005-09-16T16:33:26.273-04:00terrential down pour. am i that good? do i need this attention. i have so much ceation to give but now i dont wish for organization please give me credit. myself is the only one to give to you to see this through. dont be selfish and think of yourself as being you. i bet you think this rant is about you. maybe but is mostly about me and my arrguments between myself. i got potential. somebody toldcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1126902535030881682005-09-16T16:13:00.000-04:002005-09-16T16:28:55.036-04:00i need one more life to breathe upon my chest. that is what everyone wihes for ./ i just dont understand. what do i want? what can i have? do i want the best of it? can i have it all? i wish that was true for you. seriously that was actually me. please tell me what i want from you. give me it. i just dont know what to do. i have everthing. everthing but. but butbutbutbutbut. but you know. if i craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1102700618054040772004-12-10T13:22:00.000-05:002004-12-10T12:43:38.053-05:00im tired yet i slept ten hours of my life away. i finally found some sleep and now i must return. im comeing home mom. from my sleepless worlf unknow to you and my father; the whole world to put it better. english is interesting now. i am learning how to actually use mature forms of punctuation. its interesting to find out all tese uses of punctuation have a true purpose even though they are craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1101313974878589902004-11-24T10:58:00.000-05:002004-11-24T11:32:54.876-05:00i had a dream. i usually dont have dreams so i like to listen to them. i dont remember the order of the dream but i did have two different ones. one was of anarchy. apparently george bush declaired war of his own people. there were no rebels. just really scared people. it started with me waking up to gunshots. i thought they were gun shots then i was like no those are fireworks. but then i craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1100282630476313012004-11-12T13:49:00.000-05:002004-11-12T13:07:51.506-05:00im looking at two faces. Wondering who is who. what is what. and what to do. i dont know i know what i wish. so why dont i do what i want to do? well i will. i want only one life for me than two stupid using of beautiful lives. it is pointless. but you understand if you read between my lines that i wrote. i understand that life is and is not that complicated as people make it out to be. most craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1074655347922987612004-01-20T22:16:00.000-05:002004-01-20T22:24:26.670-05:00you know what to say thats right. you know what to say thats wrong. you know what to say that isnt right but keeps you moving on. your life reveals your love. the reason we all run. emotion that is too far above, what the thrill that is close to none.craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1073959451320855322004-01-12T20:59:00.000-05:002004-01-12T21:05:59.653-05:00people like me. is it people like me who bring people to hate going places. is it people like me who bring people to do what they do or kick up frustration the way they do. people like me make the world corrupt. how can you stop crime altogether? stop having children you retards. craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1073787688873545422004-01-10T21:13:00.000-05:002004-01-10T21:23:14.356-05:00new reason to meet. more reason for me. i beat you today. but now you'll see. the loving for you. has made me circum. to the world we se. for i know your looks. and i know your life. that you have felt down. that you know now. i see new frowns. on my new face. the face i just made. in my happy place. the one you showed me. on my bed frame. the one you left me. hanging by lace. your own lace. has craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1073685980967244592004-01-09T17:02:00.000-05:002004-01-09T17:08:05.106-05:00im sorry i haven't been putting in too much insight into this site anymore. i dont use the computer much anymore. i miss the talking with people though. but there are things i dont miss. i called this my outlet but now i dont need it anymore. but im still going to add some insight in here. don't worry, im not leaving. thats what im saying.craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1066339373073088792003-10-16T17:07:00.000-04:002003-10-16T17:23:18.186-04:00leaving you with problems unresolved. why is she looking out the window. im out of it. i kept changing my mind. i shouldnt be. im living in the world and its just there. i dont really look at it. i even forget my coat at work all the time. i just want to run out of that place. i feel like i dont get payed enough for my troubles yet i feel like im not trying. well theres always the world to escapecraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1064538967485581862003-09-25T21:09:00.000-04:002003-09-25T21:16:07.530-04:00longivity, form my sweaters. sweaters with love in every stich. sandwiches made with love. sandwiches bought with care. give me reason for hope, and reason to share. name a fairy tale, for i have to pick one. remember the stinky cheese man? he was a parody of the ginger bread man. im supposed to do a parody of one but i dont think i can.
craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1060563206227046972003-08-10T20:53:00.000-04:002003-08-10T20:54:00.870-04:00give me a reason to hurt. give me a reason to fly. im sweating my head off and i want to die. i presented today with some hellos and goodbyes. sent them off with there hamburgers and fries. woundering if the skinny ones and the fat ones cry. if a hangover gave the person one bloodshot eye. if the last person got their two banana cream pies. and why some how me and my busdriver have personal ties.craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1060210936997641202003-08-06T19:02:00.000-04:002003-08-06T19:02:16.840-04:00prometheous and bob. i miss them. they should have had a spin off. i hated the monkey though. well except when he got in prometheous' ship and drove around until he knocked prometheous out and broke the camera. wish you would come and dance with me. takeing my last breath away. like those songs people sang. with the words that had a course everyone remembered. i have music playing but they are craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1060130563814636472003-08-05T20:42:00.000-04:002003-08-05T20:42:43.680-04:00every morning its pouring pain. and every where i look nothing can be seen. where did i go? what did she mean? well now there is a question i keep going over. i cant forget it because i still have to ask it. where do you live? if you know her then why are you here? she lives far away. you come all the way from there to work here? donewith the your fogar stuff. i just decided. sorry im there and craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1059872775931567652003-08-02T21:06:00.000-04:002003-08-02T21:06:15.886-04:00hot and humid so it is. rainy i was told. yes it did but i didnt see that the rain was before thee. hey that wasnt bad. i have grape juice on my favorite shirt but i bet you dont care. i care because it is my favorite shirt. why you dont care you should know. you have no attachment to this shirt. you dont care if i wear it again. you might even wish i never wore it again. its a shirt who cares. icraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1059509904601545892003-07-29T16:18:00.000-04:002003-07-29T16:18:24.570-04:00hot titty-tot titty-tot titty-tot. and every face shows a place. but they are cool pot heads. out of plaxce for what came and is hear. to heard. i dont know what im saying. im lost in my thoughts but all i know is i have work and work is just there. all i have to do is do what im told. and ill be fine. i had a song in my head last night when i wrote my last entry. thats why it runs on. i was craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1059436248632195782003-07-28T19:50:00.000-04:002003-07-28T19:52:47.883-04:00finding the words to leave out. ive come with a few to tell to you. its when where or how. just why i left and why im back. emotions leaving me emotions comeing through. which ones to tell. which ones for time. please come wait. ive taken time to think of things. words ive said and words ive had. when i stopped writing i found that i had time to do other things. but they are now gone. and i am craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-903336342003-03-07T20:57:00.000-05:002003-03-07T20:57:04.296-05:00going to india. when the something something...sorry i havent been on lately. i tried to write a few times but blogger wouldnt let me in one day. its ok now. i have songs in my head. if tonight is the last night ill see you then tomorrow i will something something away!!!!!ay!!! i had alot of anger and my computer sucks. i noticed another reason my anger cam about from the past few days. not craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-897986012003-02-26T17:28:00.000-05:002003-02-26T17:28:28.436-05:00im supposed to write like the world. write as the ocean and the sea. the water on the back of me without a special sort of glee. i made up my percussions. they were here like candy. the unseen concessions from the beach of sandy. i rymed some words. made them interesting. created a story that was plain and irrlongated. i dont see what i felt. just read the conveyer belt. oo good one. i like the craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-896259732003-02-23T20:31:00.000-05:002003-02-23T20:31:35.356-05:00so, im traveling through my life woundering were life is going. woundering if its my life or others. my life had a bad day. more things happened than i wished. i forgave someone, hated, hurt, let people down, was let down. i was happy you came in with me. i didnt feel lost. wish i could try something new but the knoledge that i cant hurts. im just woundering what life to live. for others or craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-894054712003-02-19T21:40:00.000-05:002003-02-19T21:40:29.160-05:00stranger danger. thats where my shyness comes from. if i know you, im not shy. no i dont think so. im just uncomfortable with new people. you've heard of if you dont have anything nice to say dont say it at all. well if i dont think of something good to say i shut up. its holding back. ive talked about that before. how i hold back too much. sometimes its good, other times bad. its the hyper craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-888781372003-02-10T18:39:00.000-05:002003-02-10T18:39:45.443-05:00ive lost interest in this writing somewhat, as you have noticed. i have to force my self to write. i dont know what i should write about. well i noticed how much i hate it when people take my ideas. we are learning about the brain in bio and for some reason i hate it. i already know everything about it because i love to rea dup on the brain. i know how blood flow changes in the brain when exposedcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-884975132003-02-03T18:23:00.000-05:002003-02-03T18:23:39.860-05:00im not as moody as yesturday. im happy. things went well. besides the 900 word essay im good. what makes me happy. its hard to find out really. i used to know but now i dont. i used to like rideing on a bus just listening to music without careing. now i dont know. i like doing things, just not boring things. i like smiling when i shouldnt smile. i like it when i beat someone im competeing againstcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-884435422003-02-02T19:30:00.000-05:002003-02-02T19:30:22.823-05:00groundhog day. i like that holiday because its as useless as the hair on my back. plus they show that movie, groundhog day. i like how he changes his life in that movie. he plays the day over and over untill he gets it right.
your fogarcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-884434232003-02-02T19:27:00.000-05:002003-02-02T19:27:19.180-05:00im so tired and angry. i feel so bad if i could have pms i would.......well i would have a vagina. everything is changing. people are broken up in my life. the best friends of last year are over. they dont see that special friend. its mainly due to life i guess. and as life i mean the relationships we create to create life. life in different ways, but here im talking about my life now. my future craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-880242222003-01-25T19:10:00.000-05:002003-01-25T19:18:37.000-05:00people have problems. you should know that. i know it but i cant understand it. what you should do is find a way to deal with that problem. problems create stress. even if its not a bad problem such as having a party or waiting for something in the mail. check out this site here. it shows you ways on how to treat stress. plus you cant go wrong with those awesome little teddy bears acting out the craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-879633282003-01-24T11:51:00.000-05:002003-01-24T11:51:22.830-05:00to fast. when bad things happen they happen fast or slow. never like a normal day. you lose everyday when you just sit at home and do nothing. ive had two snowdays in a row. if you dont know what a snow day is well it is a day when it snows, the roads are really bad as in slippery, or when it is -25 degrees outside and impossible to go outside without swiming through a few feet of snow or craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-877516092003-01-20T18:23:00.000-05:002003-01-20T18:23:00.080-05:00i wish i had my paper on abuse. i dont know much about abuse. i know theres physical and mental. passive and active. i can't notice them. im not writing for anyone but me. i started writing before anyone told me too. it seems so long ago. as if it never happened. someone told me to write in a notebook or something. they told me i have great ideas. great thoughts and ideas. i wrote things that craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-874495192003-01-14T21:07:00.000-05:002003-01-14T21:07:25.983-05:00sometimes someone telling you what you want could actually help. it helps to be told everything will be ok. it really helps when its a random magic eight ball and not a person trying to be nice. thats why i like those random things. even though i hate the word random.
your fogarcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-873803562003-01-13T19:32:00.000-05:002003-01-13T19:32:49.660-05:00some people use music lyrics to show how they feel. they isten to the words and see how those words of another fit into theirs. its singing to them and only them. i asked someone a long time ago if songs ment as much as they did then as they do now. she told me they did. she thought they were always speaking to her. singing for her. i never saw it that way till i went into jr high. that was a craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-873282362003-01-12T20:24:00.000-05:002003-01-12T20:24:40.343-05:00i feel rage. i feel rage. i am happy. i feel like someone stabbed me. i feel like someone cleared my head. i feel tired. i feel screwed with. i feel worthless. i am worthless. things work out. people break promises. people beg. and beg. and beg. people tease, and hurt. people who are there for you just want something from you. i cant trust anyone anymore. where did that happyness go. i lost it. craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-872439542003-01-10T20:19:00.000-05:002003-01-11T18:03:36.000-05:00some people say they love your eyes. some people say they dont understand the big things about eyes. some doctors examine eyes to see if you have a disease. they say that it is just a scam. i guess. there was a bizarre phenomena that there was a boy named Ken whose eyes literally said something in his iris. it said the latin phrase "DEUS MEUS" in his left eye. which means my god. in his left it craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-871883942003-01-09T18:24:00.000-05:002003-01-09T18:24:09.676-05:00is this the hole people go into. ive never seen this hole before. its different. this hole seems endless. yet im still standing. i can see the light out of the top but it seems to keep fading away. no one can hear your cries. people dont even know the hole your in. im trapped but it will take me time to collape the corner in the round hole. only then can i come out of the hole. but how i got herecraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-871348662003-01-08T18:15:00.000-05:002003-01-08T18:15:20.920-05:00i never saw what the young boy was doing. he only said to me that we were here. i asked were but he just said here.
i want to see in peoples minds again. i want to imagine people bald. its fun and you learn alot about a person once you do. bald men, women, hairy ladies, just people. i want to hate the word random again. for nothing is random and everything is ever changing for no reason. well, craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-868349152003-01-02T12:28:00.000-05:002003-01-02T12:28:10.270-05:00im sorry about not making much entrees. a few of them were deleted, and i havent had much time during the holidays. my sister was hurt and had to go to the hospital. plus there were xmas parties and birthday parties.my sisters back to her normal self not careing what her parents say. little rebel. its better than what i do all day. today i just woke up and my fingers hurt from bowling yesturday. craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-867719572002-12-31T22:20:00.000-05:002002-12-31T22:20:12.766-05:00i feel better now. i promised. i still have a boring day ahead of me. its new years eve and i should be at a party.
your fogarcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-867719502002-12-31T22:19:00.000-05:002002-12-31T22:19:58.503-05:00im not deep. i just wrote things. pointless things. and put them out here. when i first started this thing. i ment it to be a way of getting out feelings. they werent supposed to get out to people. just out of my head. did i give too much? maybe. but no. i know you too. you think i dont know when your trying so hard. i know that you can jump up and say this is a new day. there always that one craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-867103782002-12-30T15:37:00.000-05:002002-12-30T15:37:15.480-05:00i hate this damn esc button. i type up things all the time and when i just about done i rest my hand on the end of the keyboard and i hit the esc button. dont mean too. not at all. i lose alot of ideas that way. lost email, blogs, reports, the whole thing too. i just hate it. i never use it. purposly anyway. im going to rip off that button and put tape all over it so theres no wa to hit that craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-864625822002-12-23T22:28:00.000-05:002002-12-23T22:28:37.670-05:00everythings just here to confuse me. empathy, i need to start using it again. im sorry. i need to look and put myself where they are. oh you feel bad, good for you. me i feel terrible. your friends sick great im sad. my problems worse. im smart, god damn it....oooo...thats just perfect. i dont care anymore. my lifes ok. im alive as somepeople would say. good for you. i just had to get things out craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-862464682002-12-18T20:29:00.000-05:002002-12-18T20:29:45.530-05:00i learned that i dont trust. i lost that a long time ago. i said i trust too much. i was wrong. i didnt put enough trust in people. i was hurting people and my self in the process. im trying to reteach myself how to think. to think positively and to trust. its a habit that i must relearn. for i lost it and now i could lose more if i cant remember what is too much. i was too serious. not enough craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-859180962002-12-12T18:45:00.000-05:002002-12-18T20:19:22.000-05:00i feel retarded. this site is an outlet. and yet it doesnt seem like it used to. ive talked about many different things. things on my mind. i pretty much seem a little too emotinal about things. once my perception changed, my whole way of dealing with things changed. before everything was so concrete. stealings bad, even if its for your own starving family. i wouldnt steal for my starving family.craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-858156212002-12-10T21:40:00.000-05:002002-12-18T20:20:06.000-05:00built in one night. how is everything built back in one night? how does it seem to be destroyed the next morning? happyness comes and goes. can trust? what i want to know is everything. im a friend too. feel how does it feel? i hate questions. do they help? they search but for what? questions. fun annoying litttle questions. start something, end it all. laughter is good in certain times. if im craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-857491142002-12-09T17:43:00.000-05:002002-12-09T17:43:42.200-05:00i talk about how funny life is and how there are so many coincidences coming from everywhere. for example. i can get a ride anywhere but i have nowhere to go. one persons telling me to do what im trying to do, the same person im trying not to let take over my life. proving they're wrong. proving to myself im independant. i shouldnt be like this. i shouldnt let the attention i get take over me.
craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-856570082002-12-07T18:57:00.000-05:002002-12-07T18:57:55.780-05:00old aquantences. i feel like im trying to be something else. im writing whats not me when i read it back. i hate using some words. like poser. i hate it but everyone is a poser. you pretend. if i could be myself i would sleep naked eat everything wear my favorite coat and nothing else. no pants, no shoes. just me, my coat, and the fresh winter air. then id fly to school with my wings from the craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-856121732002-12-06T17:21:00.000-05:002002-12-06T17:54:05.000-05:00yeah. patience is nothing more than procrastination. if i could spell.
a fogarcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-855120812002-12-04T20:26:00.000-05:002002-12-04T20:26:34.940-05:00feeling tired. today didnt go as expected. activities i expected didnt happen. activities i wanted to happen werent possible. but some good did come out of it like bob said. i found my book. i wanted to read the book "El Club Dumas". and i finally found it. its starts with "the" instead of "el" sometimes but you dont really care. it just wanted to really read this book. the movie "The Ninth Gate"craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-854510932002-12-03T18:36:00.000-05:002002-12-03T18:36:59.000-05:00the smoking head of bob apparently says that it is decidedly so that im going to have a good day tomarrow. tomarrow feels like an okay day. i dont know im guessing. my face hurts. its really irritated today for some reason. im good. well everything feels eriely ok. i think its just that im not used to being fine. maybe everythings going to get better. or maybe this is a peak waiting to end. i craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-853992912002-12-02T17:50:00.000-05:002002-12-02T17:50:55.006-05:00my brains been hurting all day. its school time again and its monday. monday after thanksgiving break. aways a very awaited day. i wish i could speak sarcastically on my computer but theres no real way i can. its funny how culture on the computer has evolved over only a few years. i remember when the internet was just something i heard about and wanted but never had. now it seems to be a craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-852744292002-11-29T19:44:00.000-05:002002-11-29T19:47:26.000-05:00laughters a good thing. ok, heres a joke. "what do you a call an armless and legless man shaving?"
your fogarcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-852332562002-11-28T20:38:00.000-05:002002-11-28T20:38:43.030-05:00whats MY release? where am I going? what about ME? questions about ME. you need to ask yourself what about me. pay attention to yourself more. i dont give myself enough credit. i have so much yet i dont give myself credit for it. ask yourself questions about yourself. todays thanksgiving. a holiday that wasnt really supposed to catch on. it was a one time holiday that just happened to be for onlycraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-851360602002-11-26T19:52:00.000-05:002002-11-26T19:52:16.290-05:00whos better than who. i know you want to be better than everyone else. somepeople even make their mind think that. i used to do that. i used to make myself believe i was better than everyone else. id put people down and walk off like nothing happened. now it sticks with me. if i say something wrong it sticks. i used to be a jackass to alot of people. now i try to not put anyone down and see the craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-850258052002-11-24T18:39:00.000-05:002002-11-24T18:40:35.000-05:00force again all. my heads wrong. how does the day after feel like a useless day. i havent done anything today worth remembering. yesturday was a busy day. it was a full day i should say. it was a good day. full of recreation, progress, and fun. im slapped down again. im sorry i have a sort of writers block. im not angry. theres worry but not for me really. put out alot of emotion yesturday in craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-849458302002-11-22T18:04:00.000-05:002002-11-22T18:04:20.410-05:00i cant tell if people lie to me. im not that kind of person. i trust people. i kid around though. when i do i make it obvious though. i dont know its confusing. my grandpa kids around so much me and my father have a phrase for it now. when anyone says they're kidding we say "you kid around too much i dont know when your telling the truth or when your not." its confusing. if your lying people willcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-847405272002-11-18T21:52:00.000-05:002002-11-18T21:52:06.093-05:00you can never convince someone of something different from what they have been taught. you can but its not that easy. you must be open to all ideas. people hold strong to religion. they say your wrong and they're right. you on the other hand say they're wrong and your right. unless your open to it though. parents are a big factor on what a child knows. they say my daddy told me that brown cows craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-846384282002-11-16T19:00:00.000-05:002002-11-16T19:00:30.093-05:00blub blub. i was walking home with my neighbor friday. he kicked something in the leaves and called it what seemed to be blub blub. i guess people need to think about themselves more. ive been trying not to think too much about other people for a while now. it never works. i always worry and wish. you know youve heard that its better to give than recieve. well you can give too much and be too craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-844951492002-11-13T18:25:00.000-05:002002-11-13T18:25:23.730-05:00yellow fellow bellow mellow tellow. today sucked. today was great. if you just take time to sit down and talk to someone. it sometimes can make a whole world of difference. ive heard all the stories. the one about the suicidal man. he was walking down the street and he said that if the next person who walks bye doesnt say hi he'll kill his self. a person walks by, no hi. he like ok im going to craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-844496952002-11-12T21:36:00.000-05:002002-11-12T21:36:54.910-05:00attention. everybody wants attention. you see annoying people. funny people. interesting people. mean people. and..and..i hate to say this word. its not even in my vocabulary but howshall i say this? athletic people. anyways. attention drives people. sometimes a person will be sad to get attention. i dont know. i think that could actually be why ive been sad lately. i dont want the attention craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-842991782002-11-09T22:15:00.000-05:002002-11-13T17:11:54.000-05:00i never had it. i never knew many people. i can see through people, yes. i can know what kind of person someone is. but i dont know them. i dont know anyone. not even me. im sick. not sick as in physically having a cold. i dont have a mental disease. unless you mean myself. being myself is a mental disease. im sick in the head. im controlable. to an extent. now im mad. im laughed at. forget it. craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-842522112002-11-08T17:51:00.000-05:002002-11-08T17:55:02.000-05:00now i typed up a nice entry for today about if onlys. how ironic is it that it happened to be erased? im angry now but im fine. everything is good. i was pretty bad earlier today. i was so confused and out of it today that someone said i was acting like an old man. an old man that is very confused and lost. i just needed to get everything out. at the end of the day my favorite person came up to craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-841410122002-11-06T18:34:00.000-05:002002-11-08T17:02:10.000-05:00im am too sick to do anything but yet i find myself doing everything im supposed to. i cant rest. not till all is finished. i just found out someone was mad at me. i was kidding around but i made them mad. i did regret what i did that day. and now i wish i could take back that intire day. things happen for a reason. no not really. there is no reason for anything that happens.
your fogarcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-840858652002-11-05T18:53:00.000-05:002002-11-05T18:54:03.000-05:00why is it so hard to feel secure? is it because im so used to not feeling secure that when i am i feel like there is a problem with the security i have? i think your right. i dont think ive ever been sure of anything since i was a child. before jr. high. before all that i was sure of everything execpt what restaurant i wanted to go to. im still not sure of that either. if im so secure than why docraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-840271402002-11-04T18:03:00.000-05:002002-11-04T18:03:37.533-05:00i dont know if its being sick which has made today so wrong or that ive done nothing right today. i wish i could take back today. i wish i could take back my life. but i dont believe in that. i cant. i hate beliefs and religions. they always hold back so much more. so much more ideas and possibilities. today just didnt seem to go right at all. everything i said was wrong. everything i did was craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-839351412002-11-02T18:28:00.000-05:002002-11-02T18:28:54.580-05:00little children are fun to some. little children are annoying to others. i see little children as something i lost. something i crave. little children always seem happy, sad, or tired. never robotic as i like to say. my life used to be so robotic. full of i dont know. i dont care. whatevers and leave me alones. i was always watching tv or eating. i want to be a child again. courious about craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-838937732002-11-01T17:18:00.000-05:002002-11-01T17:18:33.026-05:00now im sure. now i know. im so happy. it feels very good to be sure of yourself of everything. even though most of you probably just went out trick or treating or handing out candy. i went to church. im not all that strong in the religious section but i knew why i was there so i didnt mind at all. relationships are really hard when you bearly get to see them. but when you do see them, you know craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-837928902002-10-30T17:51:00.000-05:002002-10-30T17:51:44.570-05:00i have a new outlook on life. i tried something today. i actually did something spontanious that i wanted to do. for me. im pissed today though. today was not a good day. it started right when i woke up. i woke up 20 mintues earlier than im suppose to wake up. then i went back to sleep and woke up 20 minutes later than im supposed to wake up. so i was rushing in the morning. then i was pulled offcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-837460762002-10-29T20:43:00.000-05:002002-10-29T20:43:27.840-05:00im happy. just talking sometimes gets me. hopefully it will be ok. i like talking to people face to face. but sometimes thats impossible. the was something someone said today that really got me thinking. he said,"there is only one difference between two things". that had me thinking what he ment. i mean this guys like my twin. i never really thought there was anyone like me until i met this guy craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-836936462002-10-28T21:07:00.000-05:002002-10-28T21:07:08.670-05:00i was really happy earlier today and now i feel terrible. i dont know i cant let it go. just in a bad mood right now. i hope everything turns out alright. i dont know. i hate how my mood can change with just one little mistake. the thing is i dont want to dwell on it either. i like the idea of forgive and forget. aww forget it. good news for the site. i added a counter (thats the cube on the craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-835705332002-10-26T19:13:00.000-04:002002-10-26T19:13:18.346-04:00i made a bad decision. i guess ill have to live with it. i took a nap and now im all alone. im too tired to do anything. im all alone today. i want to go to the party. i want to talk on the phone. i want to have fun. i want to help people. i want to be productive. i want to be socialible. i want to see my friends. i want to see what has been happening. i want to do something. i dont want to crawlcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-835241862002-10-25T16:54:00.000-04:002002-10-25T16:54:10.236-04:00not the best past few days. adolecents a bitch. i hate it. your minds developing and turning from a child with no care in the world to an adult who actually thinks about things. i think too much. i worry about things. i worry about people other than myself. things that i thought would never matter to me do. i used to never cry at funerals. now i cry when someones sad. physically my brain is craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-833778512002-10-22T20:29:00.000-04:002002-10-22T20:29:30.620-04:00happy happy day! never a prefect day but today was close. missed my ride, and well some things need to be said. well off that uncomfortable note that you dont understand. i used a finger ball today at a bowling alley. i actually did pretty good. you dont care do you. sorry. people actually care as much as you do. even if you dont think they do. i know that but its just hard to understand how craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-833214672002-10-21T19:19:00.000-04:002002-10-21T19:19:55.010-04:00im never sure about anything. im one of those people who are never sure of what they want. when i go to buy clothes it takes me a few trips to many different stores to find something i like. there for i have many blank shirts with nothing on them. its hard enough finding good shirts with nothing on them that are not made of tissue paper. pants are another thing. i dont like jeans on me. i dont craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-832629222002-10-20T16:44:00.000-04:002002-10-20T16:44:47.726-04:00i can wait forever. it may be hard but i dont care. will you wait for me? i dont want to end the beginings of such happyness. i had a great sleep yesturday knowing of what i wanted to do. its good, this feeling. i wish there was something i could do to help you out. it sucks feeling this powerless to help. i dont care about passionate sex. i dont care about what it is we do. all i care about is craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-832262532002-10-19T17:47:00.000-04:002002-10-19T17:47:35.330-04:00one day is all it takes. all it takes to remind you of the day it all started, and why. why did i hold on. why did i care. why did i give. why did i feel. why did i want some one to care. now i remember why. i remember why everything happened. the feeling of someone there next to you is all needed to remember why. i do it all again for a day like that.
i hate talking about people. i hate sayingcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-831389522002-10-17T18:35:00.000-04:002002-10-17T18:35:09.143-04:00i feel better now. i was happy yesturday until, well. i feel better than i did in the morning and yesturday night. you learn something new everyday about people. many changes have happened this day. this always seem to work out. i dont know how but well i dont know. im still confused. i guess ill have to see what the next day brings. each day your should try to learn something new. even if its craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-830256802002-10-15T14:53:00.000-04:002002-10-15T14:53:15.760-04:00rewalking that path is but a dream. circuling the path is your troubles. walking off the path is cheating your self. walking backwards is cheating others. walking over mountains is you triumph. i hate sayings like that. so many says are stupid. i hate i hate i hate sayings. not because of who says them but that they are always right. they seems wrong at one point but past that point then you see craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-829312422002-10-13T16:08:00.000-04:002002-10-13T16:08:42.690-04:00new friends are fun to meet. how does one mistake turn into a good day. all you can do is go with it and it turned out well. pretending im batman is fun. but why do i talk about batman so much that yesturday at the lollypop machine it played the old batman song. that was a good day. i had to call collect for a ride which was a little hassel but everything was good. it was great. i feel happy. i craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-828957912002-10-12T16:58:00.000-04:002002-10-12T17:06:23.000-04:00when you go outside all you can do is hope for the best. take it all in and dont let it put you down. i see people do that and i dont know how. some how though i see myself doing the same thing. but when i come home i feel like a failure. like i failed something. something that i actually acheived. im happy but worried. then i see that the other person feels just like me and when ive been asking craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-828471152002-10-11T12:22:00.000-04:002002-10-11T12:22:19.026-04:00im dying here. help me. i wish it could be the way it was. when there were no worries anymore. im not mad that you talked. im mad that you never said you love me. i thought we were good. god i hate life. you never know how good you had it till your unsure. why dont you call me. you want to know what made me really mad yesturday. when you were laughing, i was crying. when you were singing, i was craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-827149102002-10-08T20:44:00.000-04:002002-10-08T20:44:44.213-04:00good night. good day. i feel much better. a good talk always works out what matters. there is something that confuses me. it doesnt matter. lifes confusing eat it up. stay out till welcomed but help till refused. to comfort someone ive learned that you should talk about good things that have happened. i learned that the hard way. im going up to the country. where am i going to go? i wish i knew. craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-826550822002-10-07T17:24:00.000-04:002002-10-07T17:24:41.663-04:00talk to me. tell me how you feel please. im dying here. people scare me. im mainly confused. ever get into a relationship where you love the person so much but it doesnt feel like its going anywhere. all you seem to do is get hurt. you see i dont love many things. i care too much about everything. i care about just about everyone i know. i hate talking about other people i know. i really hate craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-826070042002-10-06T17:45:00.000-04:002002-10-06T17:45:57.693-04:00ha. its funny how one thing can change you intire day. i have never had one real ful good day in i cant remember. i thought today would be one un til like an hour ago. ahhhhhhhhhh......leave me alone for a second please. i cant take it. im confused now. are you comming are going. tell me what you want. if some one said they almost your spent your money and asked if you were mad what would you saycraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-826031582002-10-06T15:57:00.000-04:002002-10-06T15:57:20.616-04:00"a new outlook brightens your image and brings new friends." so says my fortune cookie today. it makes sence too. yesturday i let something go. i threw the rock that forced me to stay the way i was away. it was hard to throw it into the water but i did. a month ago i was so depresed that i took a walk in the cemetary down the street. i sat by the water and wrote one name on a rock that i threw craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-825318562002-10-04T16:57:00.000-04:002002-10-04T16:57:54.693-04:00have you ever had a day where it seemed like it was going to be a very long day. one where you knew the turnout was going to be bad. yesturday was such a day for me. yesturday was a great day but didnt end that way. i spent half the entire time trying to get foam out of a friends hair. i had a nice walk to subway to get something to eat. never got to roll down that hill though like planned. once craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-824408382002-10-02T20:05:00.000-04:002002-10-02T20:22:03.000-04:00When i came out crap went everywhere. thats how they got my name. people love the end of days and the end of years. they hate death but love life. they hate starting a year and a day. for why then are they content. content of happyness. never got that,never will.
ive been told i look like a stove. is that possible? i think not my friend. friends suck. all kinds and forms of flavors. i taste craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.com