American Blog.

"My brain's the burger and my heart's the coal."

I just watched Boardwalk Empire's first episode in HD on demand. I was overjoyed to see that on the HBO listings, but now I am not so sure. It was confusing, depressing, and strange. I mean, that's all me, but I don't like the style. Too polished. I also watched American Pie. That was even more depressing, but for completely different reasons. I am listening to Say Anything like I have been for a couple years now. Chia-Like, I Shall Grow. "I discard all my feelings as the stars still scar my ceiling."

My heart has gone out of the frying pan and into the freezer.

It's Friday. I had no school today. I had a very satisfying sleep, if not economical (13 hours). I should be doing AP English homework because it's quite extensive. HA. Modest Mouse used to sing about complicated feelings and depression. Perfect! I'll be over here crooning along with Baby Blue Sedan or something. Help me. Coffee coffee coffee. Coffee is like a laxative for my feelings. It isn't always pleasant, but it's better than having them in my head. I wish I had feelings. Haha. Well, you know, good ones. Oh, "Admit It!!!" is playing. That'll do good for my angst.

Why'd you get yourself into those things? And then me? Sorry, friend.

Edward J. Kelly didn't have to deal with these feelings, I'm guessing. I'm just so sorry.

Braden and Jessica are no more. Secret Agent is off duty. She did well while she served. However, I may not need her anymore. The operation's been shut down.

Shut down.