deuces.

disclaimer: i apologize for my last blog.
i was obviously very heavily intoxicated.
i will try to keep the whiny-son-of-a-bitch
part of me to a minimum.

moving on.

i turned twenty-two.


i have also become a new fan of headbands,
as you may or may not know.
i signed up for fall classes and am desperately hoping
to meet some dreamy, smart, science nerd in my
astronomy class.

oh also, i won $15 dollars from a scratch ticket today.
i'm one lucky son of a gun.


virgin festival in less than two weeks.
hip.hip.

on the downside,
the milk i'm drinking may or may not be out of date.
nonetheless,
after that last sip i'm thinking it's bad.
:(

i should've got the hint.

i'm turning 22 in a week and
i couldn't give a fuck.


my life is a pile of eggshells right now
and i wish someone knew the right things to say.
but then again i'm not talking to anyone.
so maybe, if you're out there, and you read minds,
you could be my new best friend
and just tell me,
"everything is gonna be okay"
"everything is gonna be okay"
"everything is gonna be okay"

lick em. stick em.

boys in glasses.

fucking gotta love 'em.



on a different note the movie hard target is playing.
it used to be my favorite. back when i was like six
and thought jean claude van dam was pretty much the fucking man.
of course that was all before johnathan brandis, who was my first crush
and who later offed himself. you might remember him from the smash hits
ladybugs or sidekicks (starring chuck norris).

and if you're wondering,
yes, i've pretty much been this awesome all my life.

late nights. parked cars.

this is love.

30

when to the sessions of sweet silent thought
i summon up remembrance of things past,
i sigh the lack of many a thing i sought,
and with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
then can i drown an eye, unused to flow,
for precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
and weep afresh love's long since canceled woe,
and moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
then can i grieve at grievances foregone,
and heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
the sad account of forebemoaned moan,
which i new pay as if not paid before.
but if the while i think on thee, dear friend,
all losses are restored and sorrows end.