i hope you appreciate

lost things.

photobucket is great. i rarely use it anymore, but i was looking at old crap today.
watched this video i took of us trying to throw a lighter into a bonfire. ridiculuzzz.







mortal kombat rox my sox

LOOK AT THIS FACE

enough to kill a fuckin baby, right?


the only real thing of my childhood.


lemme think. eleven years old. and i look like ralph macchio.




eh i'm done.

but seriously, i'd hop in my car and start driving if i could.

it's times like these that i reevaluate myself.
i'm not sad. i'm not too particularly enthralled about anything, but i'm not sad.

going to austin tomorrow.
playing thursday.
mending some things friday.
working saturday.
_______ sunday.
going to dallas monday.
that's all i know right now. i'm not thinking ahead when it comes to 'in two weeks.' i'm thinking ahead when it comes to 'in five years.' but that's nothing new. it's either this week or next, or 5+ months from now. you understand? no. you, as in hypothetical, you. you, as in the white background on which i'm typing, you.


i'd very much like it if i could create magic.
even if i could only do one thing, one time only, but for good.
who knows?
well, i am sammy rios. so, i mean, anything's possible.

































hahahaha i jest. i'm not THAT vain.

but seriously, i'd hop in my car and start driving if i could.

new oarleeenz.

SO.
i'm sitting in this here fine hotel "business office" attending to my business.
just got home from walking around downtown,
eatin shit,
buyin shit,
doin shit
it's nice. a nice change of scenery from dumb old san antonio. san antonio is really dumb. REEEEAALLY dumb.
i've been eating a whole lot recently.
i don't have much to say.
i suppose i could write about how awesome this necklace i bought is. it's an alligator foot. wee! love it.
this is nice not being home, as i've already reiterated (redundant: already reiterated...)
can't wait until jewel-i/august 2010!
bye.

ain't that precious?

well.
i ended up having a good fo'the o' jewel-i.
atleast my night.

chz plz part deux

jesting.
c-r-a-p

i've really been quite pathetic lately, only dabbling a mere interest in my friends, burning (not building) bridges with my family, wah wah wah wah, pity me, right? no.

it's strange when you wake up and you truly don't know what to do with yourself. you just have no idea. at this rate, i just want the school year to start already. get me out of this place.

of course, this is just me being mopey right now.
it's 4th of july, i'm not really sure what happened to my plans, they just sort of disentigrated.

i'm going to try to get my job back. i'm happy when i'm busy, that's for sure.

so far i've written four "just's". i wonder what the definition of just is.
just–adverb

9.	within a brief preceding time; but a moment before: The sun just came out.

10.	exactly or precisely: This is just what I mean.

11.	by a narrow margin; barely: The arrow just missed the mark.

12.	only or merely: He was just a clerk until he became ambitious.

13.	actually; really; positively: The weather is just glorious.

why is that 13 not centered like the other ones?
flowers make rooms so much prettier, they really do. there's been a fresh bouquet in the front room for a while now, it changes like every week, but it honestly does make me happier looking at it.
it's also weird how whenever i look at my animals, it's like looking at them for the first time. their holiness just doesn't seem to fade away, and for that i know they're special.

i should just get out.

chz plz.

well.
today sucked from 5 pm on.


and my files are completely jumbled and untitled.

my body and mind are both so exhausted. i haven't gotten much sleep. i can't fall asleep right now. wish i was intoxicated so i could fall asleep right now.

came home only to find that my house doesn't look the same.
at least it was comforting to drive my car.

felt like i've been gone for a couple of years, but those were the shortest 10 days of my life.

i don't know what to do with myself for the night.
i wish my computer wasn't messed up. that makes me even more sad.
i don't really wanna wash my clothes. is that weird?

i'll be fine, because i know me.
but right now.

i don't know.
later.

i feel

like i owe this thing a decent update.
why do i even have it? i don't know.

anywho.
it's now thursday. i'm in kierstin's room, eating sunships garden salsa, drinking diet coke, about to call elizabeth hicks so we can reminisce back to our young lives which consisted of cruel jokes about others and her once-love for hello goodbye. HA.

i had a dream my directors were like "sammy, we lied to you, you're really not that good. you're gonna make a fool of yourself at smu." and then i splashed oj all over them, taking off in such a frenzy that i, myself, left my bag there, only to come back but proceed with a more verbal bashing. i was mad. then i woke up to my phone alarm (which is the angry beavers theme song), snoozed it every five minutes from 10-12 noon, brushed my teeth, fell back asleep, woke up at one-ish, took a shower, and now i'm here.

i'm just tired is all, s'pose.
it's out of my hands now.

now i'm going to re-read this and see if it's worthy enough.
* * *
read it, it's still wimpy.
how do i juice this up with philosophical meaning and profound advice?
ne-v-er-m-in-d.
love, samantha.

ough keigh, sew:

time is just going by way too fast. days are slurring together and i fucking hate it.