ES TAN CORTO EL AMOR, Y ES TAN LARGO EL OLVIDO.
i'm not sure what has come over me today but i've been feeling overwhelmed with a certain type of nostalgia.
the kind that only certain music can accompany and reading up on old livejournal and pictures will only bring you down.
jim even played the rapture and interpol in the car ride today, i mean how could i not think of two summers past and recall first time license drives in crestwood or mounds of other nonsense.
i'm not sure if i've changed or just the people around me have and it has just dragged me along.
my throat's starting to hurt and my cravings for chocolate are surfacing and i have not yet had enough tea to keep me good comapny.
i await maya's return with lots from the film noir era and books for the hot days of the future months.
old man, yr passing all the right tests the teacher gives you.
and my senior project mentor also suggests that to spice up shit i have to start staying over the city more and drink lots more stale beer.
the kind that only certain music can accompany and reading up on old livejournal and pictures will only bring you down.
jim even played the rapture and interpol in the car ride today, i mean how could i not think of two summers past and recall first time license drives in crestwood or mounds of other nonsense.
i'm not sure if i've changed or just the people around me have and it has just dragged me along.
my throat's starting to hurt and my cravings for chocolate are surfacing and i have not yet had enough tea to keep me good comapny.
i await maya's return with lots from the film noir era and books for the hot days of the future months.
old man, yr passing all the right tests the teacher gives you.
and my senior project mentor also suggests that to spice up shit i have to start staying over the city more and drink lots more stale beer.