it's about damn time.
FINALLY. finally, finally, finally i'm going to see tom petty and the heartbreakers in concert. good god. ah yes, and the black crowes shall be opening. not bad, not bad.
i'm officially registered for all my classes this fall term. the ultimately haggard thing though is that i have class every day on monday through saturday. so weak. i plan on fixing that on the online registration site sometime in the next half-hour. class six days a week plus work is not going to cut the mustard. at all. all i want is the weekend. that's it.
got a tattoo. it's quite fun. red and black and pearl jam oriented. i won't do the paragraph-long description you're all hoping i won't do, don't worry. i hope you're all doing very, very well. i had a dream about a whoooooole lot of us that used to hang out running aroud the ISU water fountain last night. i woke up melancholy and near teary-eyed of the rank nostalgia permeating the room. i have very little communication with any of you anymore and i doubt many of you read this anyway, but thanks for some fun memories, nonetheless. you've got to admit, we had our moments.
nat king cole on vinyl? cha-ching!
i've been in a relationship for 6 months. how fucked up is that? i lllllllove it.
p.s- why the fuck are paul mccartney tickets expensive enough to be mortgage collateral? bastard.
i'm officially registered for all my classes this fall term. the ultimately haggard thing though is that i have class every day on monday through saturday. so weak. i plan on fixing that on the online registration site sometime in the next half-hour. class six days a week plus work is not going to cut the mustard. at all. all i want is the weekend. that's it.
got a tattoo. it's quite fun. red and black and pearl jam oriented. i won't do the paragraph-long description you're all hoping i won't do, don't worry. i hope you're all doing very, very well. i had a dream about a whoooooole lot of us that used to hang out running aroud the ISU water fountain last night. i woke up melancholy and near teary-eyed of the rank nostalgia permeating the room. i have very little communication with any of you anymore and i doubt many of you read this anyway, but thanks for some fun memories, nonetheless. you've got to admit, we had our moments.
nat king cole on vinyl? cha-ching!
i've been in a relationship for 6 months. how fucked up is that? i lllllllove it.
p.s- why the fuck are paul mccartney tickets expensive enough to be mortgage collateral? bastard.