i can't tell

"I can't tell if you wanna punch me or if you wanna dance..."

Consumerist needs:
-doc martin boots (preferably a random color)
-cowboy boots
-more sweater knit tights
-high waisted above the knee pencil skirt
-another dress or two
-leg warmers

nothing more

the 5'1" and under crew.

initiatives.

Education and Technology
Exploring Folklore
Colonial and Revolutionary US History
Stupid Kid Math
Foundations, Philosophy in Secondary Education.

Not so very ambitious or anything like that.

jesus.

What. A. Trainwreck.

I hope I'm never like that. I'm four years older so I know that won't happen, but still. And you kind of have to wonder what that mentality is, that keeps these people from understanding that no one takes them seriously.

These two girls try their hardest, get put down constantly (and kind of rightly so, though I think my friends are exceedingly harsh) and seem to be completely oblivious to the fact that they are complete nut jobs.

Also, I don't like Hayley Williams from Paramore, and she and her boyfriend should really find a better hardcore band to jock than Trapped Under Ice. Really?

all time highs and lows

Considering I've been sick and have been out of the house twice since Wednesday, there's been nothing to update about, except that I'm sick and cranky.

Dumb girls still try too hard.

ugh

Most bittersweet.
I exist, but in the grand scheme of things, what does that mean?

I've been in bed all day.
I kind of want to fling myself off a building I am so bored. I wish my temperature would go down so I could at least go rent a few movies.

heh

The show was fun. Glad I got to see friends on tour.

I now have a fever of 100.
Took a midterm, and will not be taking the one tomorrow bc I am dying.

Stacked.

Ruiner, Crime In Stereo, Foundation, Polar Bear Club, Bane, Strike Anywhere.
Fourteen bucks.
Best fourteen bucks of the fall.






The Inuit of the Arctic, known as edge people for surviving and persevering on the edge of starvation for thousands of years suffer from a unique, Arctic specific mental illness. Pibloqtoq, or Arctic Hysteria manifests itself in the subject falling into a depressed and anxious state for several days, before fleeing shelter, removing all clothing and attempting to drown themselves or throw themselves off a tall ice floe. Those afflicted with the illness rarely succeed, as their families retrieve them some time after their "escape." This condition is brought about by the breaking of taboo, by killing a sea animal with a land weapon or a land animal with a sea weapon.

oh ouch.

I watched two movies tonight that made me cry my eyes out. I haven't cried like this in months. It feels good. It's good to know I still feel, but in the midst of everything I retain myself and don't slip beneath.

No more lost boys. I can't save anyone else.





And cancer can suck it.

celebration

Let’s roll our sleeves and taunt our defeat.
Something to battle, and sink in our teeth.
When victory is yours, you will feel the heat.
Like that last night in August, when we ditched the party.
Water won’t work on nights like this.
We need celebration liquids. Sweat, and wine, and toxic fluids.
Water won’t work on nights like this.

Good shows, good friends, good nights, good times, great life.

It's nice to say that at this point in my life, even when I'm low, everything happening for me, to me and around me is better than ever.

bodies of water

we were kids on that sylvan street where you lived. there were fears, but they were never ours for those years. like your grandpa's car broken down by your front door stairs, we were never meant to move, life could never touch us there. do your hands shake when you think of the ways we lived? does your heart ache just to turn back the pages again? back to dan and jose teasing us in your basement chairs, back to braeburn days and the way best friends were better there. nothing gold ever cared. and i know we said we'd never change, in our back yard world we knew we'd stay the same. but those times were fleeting like the summer days. we were bodies of water, destined to flow our separate ways. we let it slip away/ we didn't earn these smiles and we didn't earn life's easier miles. but we were the best friends the world had seen for a while.

flickr.

hahahahaha

Just read the funniest sentence ever in the fashion blog hard liquor, soft holes (which i would link but i'm lazy, search it) "things i would wear if i didn't think transgenedered people were so gross" seriously laughed out loud and choked on my sodapop.



This is a "things I hate" post
1. midterms
2. asshole cuban professors
3. swine flu
4. acrylic nails
5. expensive tastes
6. the phrase "break the seal" especially when used by any one over the age of 20 and outside of a frat house setting
7. this 30 year old woman who is a fucking fanatic about american idol
8. the fact that i'm a girl and can't (or it is harder to) go on tour due to my having a vag. oops.
9. humidity
10. socks
11. the focus
12. the fact that i cannot find full eps from the rachel zoe project online
13. awful extensions, sweet baby jesus, who told you that looked good
14. shit talking nitwits
15. stupid people
16. vegan cheese
17. that i might end up in utah (wah)
18. doesn't know i exist (wah)
19. that i'm not a better/more dedicated writer
20. that i gave up playing guitar (wah)
21. le ole sk and it's fucking lack of data service
22. finickiness/fickleness
23. disappointment, shitty friends, not being surprised
24. new found glory touring with dashboard. wat?
25. indecisiveness with hair. shave head? grow to zooey d length? highlights? ginger? so many choices

I'm only going to say this once...

Fuck you, I'm never coming back.



I am iron willed.







I feel so much better in the doing so.