I'm sleeping over at Jim's for, like, the second time this week. My bros and I got wasted tonight. So I'm sitting here, on Jim's computer, making a playlist to go to sleep to because I have to get up in four hours. But, the first song is a song from the last Banned show. Goddamn, do I miss that band. I play this song all the time whenever I ( Read more... )

It's one of those nights where I can't sleep. Maybe it's the four hour nap I took this evening. Maybe it's my first final is in thirteen hours. Maybe it's because I spent most of the weekend hanging out. Here's what's on my mind ( Read more... )

Fordham decided to end classes May 8th. Not May 4th. AND the institution decided to start classes in the fall on August 30th. Summer classes start end of May and I'll be there until beginning of August. Seriously, fuck school, fuck summer, and fuck you ( Read more... )

I held her tight and in between whispering sweet nothings in my ear, she kept kissing me every where on my face, but not my mouth. It was obvious what was going on between us to our circle of friends, who all stood around talking and smoking cigarettes while my cousin and I tried to say our goodbyes (which was to no avail, seeing as how I leaned ( Read more... )

I've been constantly on the phone with Pat for the last two weeks or so -- exchanging stories from school and placing ten dollar bets on the NCAA tournament (which, if UCLA wins this, Paddy owes me mad money ( Read more... )

I just read the most appalling thing EVER and I just can't STAND people who are SO full of shit ( Read more... )

I wish I had three twenty-twos.

No one ever told me adjusting would be the hardest thing to do. I feel like no place will ever be home. I suppose that is the most crushing thing ever. There are some who have it worse and all I can do is complain. Nothing feels right anymore, and if it does -- it's only a rerun of what used to be good.

My heart says "settle." My mind says "

I've given up on hygiene. My teeth are rotting, my hair is falling out, I smell horrible, the hair on my face is patchy and disgusting, and I'm getting a gut. It seems that I'm always either hungover, upset, or never quite wasted. I don't know when I've had my fill. My lungs are full of shit and my voice has turned into a raspy gruff of what ( Read more... )

This weekend was uneventful. Full of strep throat, fevers, orange juice, re-learning guitar, and Nip/Tuck. I'm wearing my pea-coat now because two hoodies and a jean jacket just didn't keep me warm anymore. The high point of my weekend came when I received a drunk dial in which I was told that a conversation was necessary for closure on both our ( Read more... )