i will touch the sun or will die trying.
there's no promise of safety on these second hand wings
but i'm willing to find out what impossible means
i'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me.
nothing to me.
thrice
so i'm moving back home to california in in a month. i talked to katie and she's driving out here thanksgiving break and we're road tripping back to morro bay (read: by santa barbara). she and her friends have rented out this house right on the coast. it's weird, after 4 years i'm finally going home, just up and getting the hell outta tx. honestly, my grades at unt are so bad it's unreal and there really is no point in continuing this bullshit. GOD I AM SO EXCITED IT'S REDICULOUS. i'm pretty much just taking the rest of the school year off to work and get my residency so i can start school there next fall without paying outrageous out of state costs or whatev, but yeah. oh and i bought a new thrice album, and this real hot thursday t shirt, so my day kickd alot of ass.
and yeah i'll miss some stuff about tx, but the pros of leaving definately outweigh the cons....right?