i havent even been home for a month and already i fucking can't hate on enough shit. i dont want to hang out, i dont want to go out, i dont want to talk to people, and i certainly dont want people talking about me.

some of my friends just seem more content talking about themselves and their shit than to realize that you're not saying anything

love me love me
say that you love me

i had the sweetest fucking dream ever last night about being away from this god forsaken town with a handful of the people left that i can actually stand to be around. we lived in a cave that was surrounded by natural waterfalls and when i woke up i would just look out my window and jump into the water ( Read more... )

i think i listen to my lagwagon record too much, but who am i kidding ( Read more... )

i'm going to suny purchase starting this fall's semster.
i'm currently dicking around on the computer at hudson valley and listening to kill your idols on my sweet tape player. my hair smells like a bonfire. life is glorious

nice weather is upon me ( Read more... )

more people need to just go and drive around and listen to kid dynamite with me.
its just a thought but i think it's a great one.

i want new sneakers.

must focus long enough to write my paper, then its fucking spring break. skarhead this weekend/canada next weekend.
yes.

i cant wait to get the fuck out of this town where everyone talks about one another and no one can ever be positive and happy for one another.

so i apparently need to just have a pretty shitty day in order to have an awesome weekend ( Read more... )