there's no home for you here
Today's temperature feels like its one of those days when you know the weather is SLOWLY crawling to summer.
My hubby Justin told me he wants me to go to hellfest with him in Syracuse,NY. Curl up and die and darkness falls is going to be there, and since it is a 3 day outside hardcore festival i'm sure like a few more band will come....maybe...pft. anyone that also wants to go---TALK!!! you can me my roadmate till we run into justin in cleveland. then you will denounced to backseat bitch. MMMMHAHAHAHA.
I was looking at other peoples journals and they have many humorous pictures and about 66 comments in one day (*cough* thomas---hahaha), and i was thinking...why should i write and post pictures in this. nothing jaw-dropping happens. and all my running crew is mostly in minnesota so i cant post funny pictures of us. all thats going on in the next 2 months is i am going to hang out with tyson and friends from the all american rejects when they come to vist in may and i have 4 roadtrips plan in june alone....so why should i bother with this.... reason:
THIS!!!
Me and Amanda
kinda drunk
very late
too bored
we wore assortments of mismatching clothes and "folk dancing" to my dead can dance cd.
mmmm...better put on a better picture of me...lets see...HC sam mailed this to me a few weeks ago...we took pictures in my room and then he busted my lip and i gave him a bite mark the size of a soft ball on his upper arm...god do i hate/love/hate that kid.
YOU CAN SEE MY MEXICO DREAD!
this is one of 4374-1327419027 pictures of me that i am not ashamed of
i am avoided. i am not heard. i am not cared for. i have given up on some people. so this is my poem for that.
Id like to think that all of this constant interaction is just the kind to make you drive yourself away.
Each simple gesture done by me is counteracted and leaves me standing here with nothing else to say.
Completely baffled by a backward indication that an inspired word will come across your tongue.
Hands moving upward toward to propel the situation have simply halted and now the conversation's done.
Im only waiting for the proper time to tell you that its impossible to get along with you.
Its hard to look you in the face when we are talking so it helps to have a mirror in the room.
Ive been not really looking forward to the performance but theres my cue and theres a question on your face which is go away and do not leave a trace.
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My hubby Justin told me he wants me to go to hellfest with him in Syracuse,NY. Curl up and die and darkness falls is going to be there, and since it is a 3 day outside hardcore festival i'm sure like a few more band will come....maybe...pft. anyone that also wants to go---TALK!!! you can me my roadmate till we run into justin in cleveland. then you will denounced to backseat bitch. MMMMHAHAHAHA.
I was looking at other peoples journals and they have many humorous pictures and about 66 comments in one day (*cough* thomas---hahaha), and i was thinking...why should i write and post pictures in this. nothing jaw-dropping happens. and all my running crew is mostly in minnesota so i cant post funny pictures of us. all thats going on in the next 2 months is i am going to hang out with tyson and friends from the all american rejects when they come to vist in may and i have 4 roadtrips plan in june alone....so why should i bother with this.... reason:
THIS!!!
Me and Amanda
kinda drunk
very late
too bored
we wore assortments of mismatching clothes and "folk dancing" to my dead can dance cd.
mmmm...better put on a better picture of me...lets see...HC sam mailed this to me a few weeks ago...we took pictures in my room and then he busted my lip and i gave him a bite mark the size of a soft ball on his upper arm...god do i hate/love/hate that kid.
YOU CAN SEE MY MEXICO DREAD!
this is one of 4374-1327419027 pictures of me that i am not ashamed of
i am avoided. i am not heard. i am not cared for. i have given up on some people. so this is my poem for that.
Id like to think that all of this constant interaction is just the kind to make you drive yourself away.
Each simple gesture done by me is counteracted and leaves me standing here with nothing else to say.
Completely baffled by a backward indication that an inspired word will come across your tongue.
Hands moving upward toward to propel the situation have simply halted and now the conversation's done.
Im only waiting for the proper time to tell you that its impossible to get along with you.
Its hard to look you in the face when we are talking so it helps to have a mirror in the room.
Ive been not really looking forward to the performance but theres my cue and theres a question on your face which is go away and do not leave a trace.
min