and the sky is falling down.
Blue Eyes
You’re the secret I keep
All the lights on and you are alive
But you can't point the way to your heart
So sublime, when the stars are aligned
But you don't know
You don't know the greatness you are
-Cary Brothers (garden state soundtrack)
i'm inexplicably mopey today. and i realize i sound like a lameass for saying "mopey" but it seems to fit. it could be because of not going to bed til 7 this morn after working a double then going out, but no. i think maybe i'm more, like, drained. bored of trying to figure out cryptic boys and snotty girls and pretentious ANYONES. honestly, i'm over it. i'm hella into my fave cool artsy stoner cohorts. i've decided to write a kerouac-esque novel about the seeming fiction we live. we're all gonna be mad famous for starting a badass artist colony... somewhere fun. kinda debating about cali, i think we're gonna wait, save some cash and go somewhere a bit different, somewhere with mountains and ocean but city, somewhere beautiful. okay i'm rambling, but lately i've just been working, going to class, and raising hell in denton. oh hell, i'm gonna take a shower.
rawr.