stupid

Listening to: Rediscovering my love for hard rock
Random Thought of the Day: time to bring back punk?

i'm happy i think?
but not really
throwing myself into dance
is what i should have been doing all along

i guess i'm less happy
than i am satisfied / appeased.

something stupid again.

I'm hoping someday you'll forgive me

Listening to:
Random Thought of the Day:

i passed a store in a westwood that made me think of him
unwittingly i bought 2 jars of his favorite hotsauce
and i'm not even super into that crunchy pepper oil stuff
I have to keep changing songs because sometimes
I accidentally find myself listening to those old songs

i have some lyrics for him

leave me out with the waste
this is not what i do
this is the wrong kind of place
to be thinking of you

i wonder if someone will pass it on
already i'm nervous and i wonder

if that's allright, yeah
if i give my gun away when its loaded
is that alright, yeah
if you don't shoot it how am i supposed to hold it?


on a brighter note
here's a twitter documenting my and my roommates' random idiocy.
good times

clever is my specialty

Listening to: When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne
Random Thought of the Day: I made my first official playlist ever today. it's all emo shit.

what the fuck is wrong with me
i've been trying to study since 3pm and I've read 5 lines
standing and sitting and then standing again because
when i sit my legs feel like jello
and when i stand i'd feel like sitting would make me less dizzy
wanting to sleep it all away, waste away
without appetite and conviction
a moment too late
wondering if i faded away, would you feel a thing?
i'm willing to test it, and i wonder
how far can i push myself
its like
determination vs deterioration

Listening to: random oldies that peter is playing in the office
Random Thought of the Day: where's a squirtle when you need one?



lol
i don't ususally write short entries
when i do...

Listening to: Bad Romance - Lady Gaga
Random Thought of the Day:I keep hearing Usher- Burn everywhere, even though that song is wayy old. hence, its now been stuck in my head for 3 days.
... great..




i wrote a little poem and it goes a lil something like this:

dirty dirty bitch slut slut whore dirty dirty
cunt cunt don't you want to run run
run away from everything, anything
things you can't pretend
to understand,
stand and curtsy for the times you
made them worry for you