Love songs are so much better when you think of your crush.
Ok, time to play catchup.
19-23 at Danny's. Permanant thoughts need no record.
Great Christmas party at Dirty O's. I may end up seeing him, but I still haven't called him. He's probably mad.
Made friends with St. Mad. We talked for three hours. He made me feel normal. I need to call him more.
Earned a bit of respect from Motumbo.
Bowl of cigarettes was a great idea.
My nose bled.
Two weeks of decadent alcohol abuse with Goon. Most fun of my life, but conversation is hard with a nagging concince and smoke in your eye.
New Year's Eve party. Fucking amazing. Formal ninteen-forties themed. Tons of alcohol/new people/old friends (a great mixture). New "most fun of my life" established. Bowl of Lucky Strikes (stolen idea). Kisses from 17-19 year old emo boys (all in fun). I was worried who I would kiss at midnight. What a great surprise when everyone in the room volunteers.
The next day I get a call at 10:00 from Beansplit that ~ is in jail.
A friend's former called a potential's father and said this, "Your daughter's over here drunk. Happy New Year." Two formers narced out where the party was to her dad.
We now have a total of three formers.
Fuck them.
The next few weeks are all about introspection
and trying to temper a relationship under a clock.
I love you. I hate the clock.
Bethany drives some of BTN and I to Austin for a show at a bar. They were good. Rachit is the first guy that has ever flirted with Beth that I don't hate. Good job.
Alan from Better Than Nothing said that if I buy a Keytar, they'd let me in the band. I would do that tomorrow if 22 hrs at school weren't staring me in the face.
I'll probably need to resign my position as VeeP in Stuco. It's not just that I don't give a shit, it's now that I legitimately don't have time. I can put Veep on my transcripts, that's all I need.
It's clear now who I want to be. I will study piano as a permanant fixture in my life. It is what I love. It does, however, make for poor conversation (even with other players), so I have decided to base my personality on stories and wit more than what oddness I used to sport (which will not be mentioned, so I can revert back to it at any time).
That was the conclusion of my excursion into the social realm. I no longer venture out to personal exposure; I have set up camp. I live here.
19-23 at Danny's. Permanant thoughts need no record.
Great Christmas party at Dirty O's. I may end up seeing him, but I still haven't called him. He's probably mad.
Made friends with St. Mad. We talked for three hours. He made me feel normal. I need to call him more.
Earned a bit of respect from Motumbo.
Bowl of cigarettes was a great idea.
My nose bled.
Two weeks of decadent alcohol abuse with Goon. Most fun of my life, but conversation is hard with a nagging concince and smoke in your eye.
New Year's Eve party. Fucking amazing. Formal ninteen-forties themed. Tons of alcohol/new people/old friends (a great mixture). New "most fun of my life" established. Bowl of Lucky Strikes (stolen idea). Kisses from 17-19 year old emo boys (all in fun). I was worried who I would kiss at midnight. What a great surprise when everyone in the room volunteers.
The next day I get a call at 10:00 from Beansplit that ~ is in jail.
A friend's former called a potential's father and said this, "Your daughter's over here drunk. Happy New Year." Two formers narced out where the party was to her dad.
We now have a total of three formers.
Fuck them.
The next few weeks are all about introspection
and trying to temper a relationship under a clock.
I love you. I hate the clock.
Bethany drives some of BTN and I to Austin for a show at a bar. They were good. Rachit is the first guy that has ever flirted with Beth that I don't hate. Good job.
Alan from Better Than Nothing said that if I buy a Keytar, they'd let me in the band. I would do that tomorrow if 22 hrs at school weren't staring me in the face.
I'll probably need to resign my position as VeeP in Stuco. It's not just that I don't give a shit, it's now that I legitimately don't have time. I can put Veep on my transcripts, that's all I need.
It's clear now who I want to be. I will study piano as a permanant fixture in my life. It is what I love. It does, however, make for poor conversation (even with other players), so I have decided to base my personality on stories and wit more than what oddness I used to sport (which will not be mentioned, so I can revert back to it at any time).
That was the conclusion of my excursion into the social realm. I no longer venture out to personal exposure; I have set up camp. I live here.