it's math. mostly physics, actually.
life rules.
sometimes, upon leaving ottawa i get this pang of fear where i'm not sure if going home will be all i've hyped it up to be. i think maybe that i've just been using the promise of home and love from my friends and constant good times as a defense mechanism to get my through little dissapointments at school.
i'm always wrong.
silly smelly, oakville's for you.
the only place where dancing is dancing your face off and ripping off your sweater on the dancefloor.
and where you start out taking the GOtrain with birtch and end up with a party of six.
and where "LETS HAVE A REALLY LOUD AND DISTRACTING CONVERSATION TO HIDE THE FACT THAT SHAWN WING IS PUKING" doesn't get you kicked out of a cab. and tequilla-fights are a perfectly acceptable form of behaviour. ok that was toronto. that place rules, too.
alright fuck, all my clothes are dirty.
what day is it? who cares. HEY, hometown.
sometimes, upon leaving ottawa i get this pang of fear where i'm not sure if going home will be all i've hyped it up to be. i think maybe that i've just been using the promise of home and love from my friends and constant good times as a defense mechanism to get my through little dissapointments at school.
i'm always wrong.
silly smelly, oakville's for you.
the only place where dancing is dancing your face off and ripping off your sweater on the dancefloor.
and where you start out taking the GOtrain with birtch and end up with a party of six.
and where "LETS HAVE A REALLY LOUD AND DISTRACTING CONVERSATION TO HIDE THE FACT THAT SHAWN WING IS PUKING" doesn't get you kicked out of a cab. and tequilla-fights are a perfectly acceptable form of behaviour. ok that was toronto. that place rules, too.
alright fuck, all my clothes are dirty.
what day is it? who cares. HEY, hometown.