if only i had work to do
its been a while, and starting a journal with 'its been a while' means a. the keeper has been busy, and/or b. the journal is likely to die out soon. the former is true, the latters bound to happen, so whats the use in wondering.
i really cant believe how much doing laundry gets to me. it ruins my whole day, usually because one thing goes wrong and i have to go back up to the 7th floor to get a fucking quarter or something and then back down to the basement. whatever, its just laundry, shut up john. i know.
i have so much free time its disgusting. im caught up in all my classes, and i have a job, and i take naps, and i still dont know what to do with myself. maybe ill join a club? sure. then ill go to the gym and eat better. oh, the goals i set!
i cant believe im going to bonnaroo. it is going to be absolutely insane. a road journal with accompanying pictures / video is certainly in order. lets hear it for mom and dad.
miyagi is still alive and kicking, we finished a song this past weekend when walsh came up, and andrews in the midst of recording an acoustic version of 'no one steals our chixxx...and lives.' do not fret, our wrath will soon be felt in clubs across the northeast. well, just long island and boston. across the sound, then.
right now its march. and the lions roaring so damn loud it keeps me up at night. translation, its fucking cold here.
walsh and eulau came to boston this weekend, and my oh my it was dope. its been confirmed that mike jordan is the worst person we know, and also that walsh totally scams on andrews girl. andrew has sooome patience to put up with that. so walsh if youre reading this, (first of all, sup) watch where you step cause you got a lotta nerve. im just kidding, it was really funny to watch.
spring! break! friday! relaxing in tropical smithtown for a week, and seeing brick's first gig at hartford next friday. much drinking is in store that night.
i think i did a good job making friends at college. as lame as that sounds. i like it here. except for laundry.
my italian midterm tomorrow is to sing an italian song in front of the class. i hope its graded on how embarassed you are. cause if thats the case, im gonna be so far on the right side of that bell curve you have NO idea.
i write like im ten, i apologize for all the connected unrelated thoughts separated haphazardly by commas.
i should start taking pictures again. maybe ill yearn for these days in a few years. weird to think about.
be good,
bz
i really cant believe how much doing laundry gets to me. it ruins my whole day, usually because one thing goes wrong and i have to go back up to the 7th floor to get a fucking quarter or something and then back down to the basement. whatever, its just laundry, shut up john. i know.
i have so much free time its disgusting. im caught up in all my classes, and i have a job, and i take naps, and i still dont know what to do with myself. maybe ill join a club? sure. then ill go to the gym and eat better. oh, the goals i set!
i cant believe im going to bonnaroo. it is going to be absolutely insane. a road journal with accompanying pictures / video is certainly in order. lets hear it for mom and dad.
miyagi is still alive and kicking, we finished a song this past weekend when walsh came up, and andrews in the midst of recording an acoustic version of 'no one steals our chixxx...and lives.' do not fret, our wrath will soon be felt in clubs across the northeast. well, just long island and boston. across the sound, then.
right now its march. and the lions roaring so damn loud it keeps me up at night. translation, its fucking cold here.
walsh and eulau came to boston this weekend, and my oh my it was dope. its been confirmed that mike jordan is the worst person we know, and also that walsh totally scams on andrews girl. andrew has sooome patience to put up with that. so walsh if youre reading this, (first of all, sup) watch where you step cause you got a lotta nerve. im just kidding, it was really funny to watch.
spring! break! friday! relaxing in tropical smithtown for a week, and seeing brick's first gig at hartford next friday. much drinking is in store that night.
i think i did a good job making friends at college. as lame as that sounds. i like it here. except for laundry.
my italian midterm tomorrow is to sing an italian song in front of the class. i hope its graded on how embarassed you are. cause if thats the case, im gonna be so far on the right side of that bell curve you have NO idea.
i write like im ten, i apologize for all the connected unrelated thoughts separated haphazardly by commas.
i should start taking pictures again. maybe ill yearn for these days in a few years. weird to think about.
be good,
bz