taciturn.
I raced out to the island. Its been an alternate universe of a saturday night. Spent reading Nietzsche bullshit and watching Ava eat all the food on the planet. Learned that thrashing on guitar is a lot more fun+intuitive when you back it up with some beats. Played drums poorly last night, even after lighting candles, drunk, and high. I gave up smoking in both ways, but only for the motivation it doesn't rescind.
I find myself ageing far more quickly than days passing. I am content to sit at home on a weekend. I look forward to grocery shopping and snuggling up with a bangin' book. Maybe my youth is just getting tired. I've stopped photography efforts and I only feel venerated by the fact that I've been filming more with the NCSA kids. I never actually put my full attention into what I'm doing, but we'll see what the Superbowl holds. Pack that super bowl.
Its hard to feel unique as you realize your growing up. The cute college girl who works next door at the coffee shop might not actually be into you. Even if you try your best to charm her outerwear off. It must be too cold. I did make her the most explosive mix cd in ages. More flowing than explosive but it would have made me drool if I got such a neat package. Girls just can't make sense of getting got. Its a tumultuous time though, these last teenage years. But its not my fault that I'm ready to fall in love. My heart is a brick with each day that passes feelings unrequited. But fuck it. As long as it doesn't soil the floor.
I saw Stomp the Yard and every subsequent dance-battle movie that came out in the past two years. Almost got in for free on account of my ballin' ass jacket/blazer. Highlight: thirty or so shirtless glistening african-american males dancing atop a rock structure while sun sets reppin 'theta theta'. Then the hugging.
I find myself ageing far more quickly than days passing. I am content to sit at home on a weekend. I look forward to grocery shopping and snuggling up with a bangin' book. Maybe my youth is just getting tired. I've stopped photography efforts and I only feel venerated by the fact that I've been filming more with the NCSA kids. I never actually put my full attention into what I'm doing, but we'll see what the Superbowl holds. Pack that super bowl.
Its hard to feel unique as you realize your growing up. The cute college girl who works next door at the coffee shop might not actually be into you. Even if you try your best to charm her outerwear off. It must be too cold. I did make her the most explosive mix cd in ages. More flowing than explosive but it would have made me drool if I got such a neat package. Girls just can't make sense of getting got. Its a tumultuous time though, these last teenage years. But its not my fault that I'm ready to fall in love. My heart is a brick with each day that passes feelings unrequited. But fuck it. As long as it doesn't soil the floor.
I saw Stomp the Yard and every subsequent dance-battle movie that came out in the past two years. Almost got in for free on account of my ballin' ass jacket/blazer. Highlight: thirty or so shirtless glistening african-american males dancing atop a rock structure while sun sets reppin 'theta theta'. Then the hugging.