Dont let this feeling ever go away.
"We got distracted by the flavor graveyard. it has little headstones and everything! it is so cute! epitaphs come up on gravestones and stuff. then i sent pete an e-card, lol."
Anyway, i found this 'draft' of sorts, from last weekend, so ill stick it in. Feel free to skip it if yr not interested.:
Life has been treating me fabulously. In semi-chronological order: Janamagana (excessive amount of 'a's) and i made the most delishous berryblasted smoothies and watched girl interrupted. The von chainsaws went out for mexican food and then drove around the parking lot looking for discarded bicycles. None were found so we collaborated on a mixtape entitled "old spice variety: a triton." The name originated by the fact that every year for christmas pete is given an assortment of old spice brand toiletries from his mom. Blair begrudgingly chose songs and wore obnoxiously foul smelling shoes.
Then friday came and it was college.
130pm: Blair of upenn picked up palmer of drexel and then got becky from her brokeity ass art school and then we headed up to mary wood of penn state.
400pm: Made a disappointing stop at sheetz.
630pm: Arrived at state college.
1130pm: Jonah <3?. No adjective will be adequate to describe it all.
100am: Blair sings onstage with him.
130am: Aftershow louge singalong where jonah incorporated verses from aeroplanes for me.
200am: We impulsively decide to drive to mull in pittsburgh. Palmer, blair, and i go to a diner and talk in depthly about the infinite types of meat and our personal stances. Then our lack of knowledge of geography.
430am: Were on the road to rock n roll. Palmer is asleep in the back, blair and i stay up strung out on coffee and talk about urban legends and feasible situations portrayed in horror films. We get scared and drive faster.
530am: Are completely engulfed in blinding fog that causes us to be terrifyed and drive 20mph.
730am: I wake up to see the city of bridges, then go thru a tunnel that spits us out and gets us hella lost and in erie.
830am: MULL! We all talked and napped and then she treated us to breakfast at pamelas modernartdeco diner and the four of us walked around pittsburgh and were friends.
1230pm: Palmer flips back on a dinosaur spring ride and her pants get caught on its tail, exposing her underwear in its entirety and being unable to move. We laugh at her expense until tears.
230pm: We load up and start the drive back to philadelphia.
800pm: I enter mayfair sore, tired, and unbelieveably happy.
And i keep thinking of that justin sane song.
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In other news anti-flag was hella good like whoa. I had been looking forward to it all week, and it rut-rose to my expectations. Danceabilly and burgandy. Maggie schwartz gave me her against me!/alkaline trio tickets but since we didnt want to go, sold them to sumone who actually would get sumthing out of the show. My craving for mexican food has substantially declined.
This weekend was unusually stellar.
I just typewrote the longest letter i think ever. It had list overload, and totally wore the fuck out of me. Luke hilt, you had better enjoy it and the accompanying mixtape.
Easter m&ms are adorable. They are all types of pastel colored and have these little bunnies/chicks/other easter themed icons on them with the M serving as the whiskers/accessory. Too cute.
Lots of projects in the works. Need to hackhack away at these lists/goals toward self improvement before they expire. Work on the dynamics of my relationships with people. Utilize my time better. Make ridicalous things happen.
Lets elicit perfection.
xo, becky.
Anyway, i found this 'draft' of sorts, from last weekend, so ill stick it in. Feel free to skip it if yr not interested.:
Life has been treating me fabulously. In semi-chronological order: Janamagana (excessive amount of 'a's) and i made the most delishous berryblasted smoothies and watched girl interrupted. The von chainsaws went out for mexican food and then drove around the parking lot looking for discarded bicycles. None were found so we collaborated on a mixtape entitled "old spice variety: a triton." The name originated by the fact that every year for christmas pete is given an assortment of old spice brand toiletries from his mom. Blair begrudgingly chose songs and wore obnoxiously foul smelling shoes.
Then friday came and it was college.
130pm: Blair of upenn picked up palmer of drexel and then got becky from her brokeity ass art school and then we headed up to mary wood of penn state.
400pm: Made a disappointing stop at sheetz.
630pm: Arrived at state college.
1130pm: Jonah <3?. No adjective will be adequate to describe it all.
100am: Blair sings onstage with him.
130am: Aftershow louge singalong where jonah incorporated verses from aeroplanes for me.
200am: We impulsively decide to drive to mull in pittsburgh. Palmer, blair, and i go to a diner and talk in depthly about the infinite types of meat and our personal stances. Then our lack of knowledge of geography.
430am: Were on the road to rock n roll. Palmer is asleep in the back, blair and i stay up strung out on coffee and talk about urban legends and feasible situations portrayed in horror films. We get scared and drive faster.
530am: Are completely engulfed in blinding fog that causes us to be terrifyed and drive 20mph.
730am: I wake up to see the city of bridges, then go thru a tunnel that spits us out and gets us hella lost and in erie.
830am: MULL! We all talked and napped and then she treated us to breakfast at pamelas modernartdeco diner and the four of us walked around pittsburgh and were friends.
1230pm: Palmer flips back on a dinosaur spring ride and her pants get caught on its tail, exposing her underwear in its entirety and being unable to move. We laugh at her expense until tears.
230pm: We load up and start the drive back to philadelphia.
800pm: I enter mayfair sore, tired, and unbelieveably happy.
And i keep thinking of that justin sane song.
---------------------------------------------------
In other news anti-flag was hella good like whoa. I had been looking forward to it all week, and it rut-rose to my expectations. Danceabilly and burgandy. Maggie schwartz gave me her against me!/alkaline trio tickets but since we didnt want to go, sold them to sumone who actually would get sumthing out of the show. My craving for mexican food has substantially declined.
This weekend was unusually stellar.
I just typewrote the longest letter i think ever. It had list overload, and totally wore the fuck out of me. Luke hilt, you had better enjoy it and the accompanying mixtape.
Easter m&ms are adorable. They are all types of pastel colored and have these little bunnies/chicks/other easter themed icons on them with the M serving as the whiskers/accessory. Too cute.
Lots of projects in the works. Need to hackhack away at these lists/goals toward self improvement before they expire. Work on the dynamics of my relationships with people. Utilize my time better. Make ridicalous things happen.
Lets elicit perfection.
xo, becky.