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"Now Remember, We don't make mistakes. We make happy accidents."
-Bob Ross. Tell me he isn't a God.
I'm afraid to even write an entry because It will sound like I have every all figured out and by the end of the entry I wont even agree with anything i just said. I'm not quite sure of anything lately. I have done alot of thinking these last couple days because I've actually had a chance. See, I've been up in Princeton, NJ since Sunday Night visiting Christina's Family & Friends. We Just got back around 5pm today. I went because, well because I have no job or class, and no obligations whatsoever.
Everyday I wake up I feel older & it's probably the scariest thing ever, but part of me enjoys it as I smoke my hipster parliments, read my Bret Easton Ellis books, and listen to the weezer cd on repeat.
I'll never be happy until It's the early 1980's again, & I'm in Los Angeles driving a Porshe, living a life of limitless privelege, & snorting mountains of cocaine while Journey plays on the Radio for the first time.
Last night involved 5 moraless teens in an empty house in the middle of the woods, 2 bottles of Vodka, some beer. 2 Hours Later=Insanity In a Jacuzzi & Then throughout the house.
I woke up hungover & something on my neck that looks like Leprosy.
New Jersey has tainted me.
The Familiarity of my room and bed deffiantly makes me feel good.
This trip has deffiantly make me appreciate all the little things I take for granted.
Thank you for wasting your time endulging yourself
in my non-existant world where everything revolves around me.