warm days that dance.

[emptyxroads]

i hate it when you can't remember what you wanted to write about. you know that it's everything. you want to write about every little thing, but you can't remember what it was.

i bought a vintage typewriter on ebay. i don't want it anymore, but i'm paying for it anyway because i did bid.

i like surprise phonecalls. it's nice to hear a familiar voice.

i'm not going home for thanksgiving, but i don't think i mind very much. i mean, it would be nice to see my friends and family, but i'll be seeing them two weeks later anyway and with the higher prices. plus, i'd like some more time away from san diego. i really wish i could spend my thanksgiving in san francisco just going around town for a few days, but i wouldn't have anywhere to stay. damn me for my lack of social skills in high school. i could've stayed in oakland or at sfsu if i was actually friends with people from there.

i can't believe it's almost halloween already. time's so slow and so quick.

i don't feel like i belong in college. i feel like i need a break. i don't know what i should be doing. not today and not tomorrow.

this song makes me think of beautiful things.