MOJOSXMARKS
I wrote some thoughts about MoJo's and our trip down there last night on Myspace. If you care enough go read it.
I have all of my depression music out...Rilo Kiley...Modest Mouse...Radiohead...and it makes me feel oh so much better, catch the sarcasim. But, I'm addicted to the former groups and there's no way in hell I'd ever give them up...especially Modest Mouse...
MoJo's = depressing.
So college I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT...given my circumstance I don't feel bad, just like a failure...it's easy for other people to leave and go off and start lives but I CAN'T, I can't just do that. I have too many strings attached here, at home that I just can't randomely clip. You know what's funny though? I don't want to go to WSU cuz I don't want to run into Kyle. Is that sad? Is that pathetic? I'll never live up to his Mariha expectations, so why try...and it bothers me. It really, really bothers me. I just need to get over it, get over HIM. But, like I said, WSU...
My aunt thinks I should take our loans and go to the U. uhh...80,000 by the time I graduate? hell, that's a risk. But when have I never been a risk taker?
I'm sick of all these trendy, aviator glass wearing European spin off kids who think they're so cavalier with their pixie cuts and eighties pants and white socks and skid row jackets...they wouldn't be so bad if they didn't flock together and act condenscending. Really, it's gotton out of hand.
But, I guess everyone sorta has their own clique of style that is condescending to outsiders...the hippies...the gutter punks...the fashioncores...I'm lame.
I think my brain has lived a thousand lives before.
I need the OC...NOW....please...or something shallow I don't have to think about...lame, lame, lame...like I said, I'm lame.
All of the tunnels out of this place are now officially closed so now I can resort to hiding behind my hair and my books and my music...with the few friends who are going to be here next year...and my measly money income....blah.
I'm done.
I have all of my depression music out...Rilo Kiley...Modest Mouse...Radiohead...and it makes me feel oh so much better, catch the sarcasim. But, I'm addicted to the former groups and there's no way in hell I'd ever give them up...especially Modest Mouse...
MoJo's = depressing.
So college I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT...given my circumstance I don't feel bad, just like a failure...it's easy for other people to leave and go off and start lives but I CAN'T, I can't just do that. I have too many strings attached here, at home that I just can't randomely clip. You know what's funny though? I don't want to go to WSU cuz I don't want to run into Kyle. Is that sad? Is that pathetic? I'll never live up to his Mariha expectations, so why try...and it bothers me. It really, really bothers me. I just need to get over it, get over HIM. But, like I said, WSU...
My aunt thinks I should take our loans and go to the U. uhh...80,000 by the time I graduate? hell, that's a risk. But when have I never been a risk taker?
I'm sick of all these trendy, aviator glass wearing European spin off kids who think they're so cavalier with their pixie cuts and eighties pants and white socks and skid row jackets...they wouldn't be so bad if they didn't flock together and act condenscending. Really, it's gotton out of hand.
But, I guess everyone sorta has their own clique of style that is condescending to outsiders...the hippies...the gutter punks...the fashioncores...I'm lame.
I think my brain has lived a thousand lives before.
I need the OC...NOW....please...or something shallow I don't have to think about...lame, lame, lame...like I said, I'm lame.
All of the tunnels out of this place are now officially closed so now I can resort to hiding behind my hair and my books and my music...with the few friends who are going to be here next year...and my measly money income....blah.
I'm done.