I still get chills when I listen to Explosions in the Sky.

Dear Tiverton,

I quit. Time for you to make an effort.

Fuck you, Britain.
Fuckin' redcoats.

nobody's anyone's

I'm teaching myself patience
But trying to stay away from classical conditioning
I don't need cameras for my acting career
...all you need is more than I have
And I'm in for free

I'm burning bridges... fireproof yourself before it's too late.

see, if i was feeling creative, i would think of something nice to write about how i've been feeling. but i can only think of SHIT.

someday i'll live in providence permenantly...

but now it's time to go home.

This post is coming to you from the Gaige Hall computer lab while someone is making a presentation. This is one of the only opportunities I've had to use a computer since mine got sick on Sunday... all of my music has not been available for me to listen to all week, that means I'm almost dead ( Read more... )

he just felt like pouring a beer on the guy's head... they told us we couldn't stay and play war. We left because they thought their shoulders were broader than our's. They've got a lot of maturing to do. So I fucking hid their cards.

more about the one that can save me to come....