Hartford: Windier Than Chicago
Spring is a liar.
I'm back in my old jeans again, and that's a literal statement. It's funny how you forget how much you like things when you haven't experienced them in a while. That's not exactly literal. I pulled some whacky shit last weekend that I can't believe happened. One of the most awkward things/funniest things ever. However, I'm not posting that story. The moral of the story is either:
a)Let go of people that aren't important.
b)Don't always take what's handed to you; aim higher... much higher.
c)Don't start drinking heavily at 6pm and expect to keep it up until 3am.
We had MACRoCk again, lots of fun as always. I smoked over 80 cigarettes... well over actually. Amazing. I've also still been holding out for the girl I've never met (which is probably the most exciting part), even though that probably sounds ridiculous. Its not. If you were me and you knew her you would be just as stupid for her. Oh, then there's the foreigner. Fuck. Wait, they're friends. Sick. This makes absolutely no sense to anyone.
Coming Soon:
More Art Openings
Finding a HOUSE
Spring Fling
Finding a JOB
Courting Lasses (ew)
I JUST WANT TO DROP OUT OF SCHOOL AND PLAY MY GUITAR FOREVER. But get a new guitar. I could make a million dollars. My Alopecia Areata is pretty solid, too. It's coming back though. I'm getting those itchy feet again so often associated with Connecticut. I think anyone ever to sink in this pit of dispair for more than a moment develops the same rash. All of my old friends have been echoing my sonor lately. Boop boop. It's actually great for once. For this whole year I have been going back to nothing to look forward to but my mothers cooking (which is fucking amazing, but that's irrelevant (so fuck off)).
Well, I have to get back to strumming out my million dollars, every pluck is worth a few cents.
Thank you Xavier Nady,
xox
Matthew
P.S. Whatever happens, stay ponies forever..."
I'm back in my old jeans again, and that's a literal statement. It's funny how you forget how much you like things when you haven't experienced them in a while. That's not exactly literal. I pulled some whacky shit last weekend that I can't believe happened. One of the most awkward things/funniest things ever. However, I'm not posting that story. The moral of the story is either:
a)Let go of people that aren't important.
b)Don't always take what's handed to you; aim higher... much higher.
c)Don't start drinking heavily at 6pm and expect to keep it up until 3am.
We had MACRoCk again, lots of fun as always. I smoked over 80 cigarettes... well over actually. Amazing. I've also still been holding out for the girl I've never met (which is probably the most exciting part), even though that probably sounds ridiculous. Its not. If you were me and you knew her you would be just as stupid for her. Oh, then there's the foreigner. Fuck. Wait, they're friends. Sick. This makes absolutely no sense to anyone.
Coming Soon:
More Art Openings
Finding a HOUSE
Spring Fling
Finding a JOB
Courting Lasses (ew)
I JUST WANT TO DROP OUT OF SCHOOL AND PLAY MY GUITAR FOREVER. But get a new guitar. I could make a million dollars. My Alopecia Areata is pretty solid, too. It's coming back though. I'm getting those itchy feet again so often associated with Connecticut. I think anyone ever to sink in this pit of dispair for more than a moment develops the same rash. All of my old friends have been echoing my sonor lately. Boop boop. It's actually great for once. For this whole year I have been going back to nothing to look forward to but my mothers cooking (which is fucking amazing, but that's irrelevant (so fuck off)).
Well, I have to get back to strumming out my million dollars, every pluck is worth a few cents.
Thank you Xavier Nady,
xox
Matthew
P.S. Whatever happens, stay ponies forever..."