Plans and Reveries
So I'm hyper. A journal entry full of fluff and rambles seemed like a nice change, so.
It's 2:09 A.M. I should probably in bed, but I've been listening to music that makes me dance, which is hell on the eyes of whatever poor soul is in the room with me at the time, (The Hold Steady and Cold War Kids, if you wondered) and I'm very un-sleepy right this second. See, I'm rambling already. Sweet.
Maybe it was that KitKat I just ate. Some kind of mini sugar rush or something. Or the fact that I've survived on Squirt and some kind of blue Mountain Dew today, plus whatever food I ate. Can't remember. Some stuff with chicken. And olives. I don't like olives on things. They taste...weird. Olive-y. Go figure.
I stole the title of this from a Black Gold song, and it has pretty much nothing to do with this entry. They're kind of okay. The chorus is way better than the rest of the song, but whatever, it's not mine. It's 2:16 now, damn internet distractions.
I tried to write a Joncer pseudosmut today, but I'm convinced that I just fail at writing sex.
Dude! Know who wins at life? The Jakes. They win. Seriously, I do not know how they aren't signed right now. So fucking talented. Go check them out on purevolume or myspace or youtube or something if you don't know who they are. Seriously.
But really. Cold War Kids. Check out their dancing. You know you're jealous.
It's 2:09 A.M. I should probably in bed, but I've been listening to music that makes me dance, which is hell on the eyes of whatever poor soul is in the room with me at the time, (The Hold Steady and Cold War Kids, if you wondered) and I'm very un-sleepy right this second. See, I'm rambling already. Sweet.
Maybe it was that KitKat I just ate. Some kind of mini sugar rush or something. Or the fact that I've survived on Squirt and some kind of blue Mountain Dew today, plus whatever food I ate. Can't remember. Some stuff with chicken. And olives. I don't like olives on things. They taste...weird. Olive-y. Go figure.
I stole the title of this from a Black Gold song, and it has pretty much nothing to do with this entry. They're kind of okay. The chorus is way better than the rest of the song, but whatever, it's not mine. It's 2:16 now, damn internet distractions.
I tried to write a Joncer pseudosmut today, but I'm convinced that I just fail at writing sex.
Dude! Know who wins at life? The Jakes. They win. Seriously, I do not know how they aren't signed right now. So fucking talented. Go check them out on purevolume or myspace or youtube or something if you don't know who they are. Seriously.
But really. Cold War Kids. Check out their dancing. You know you're jealous.
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