University started again and it's nice to sit in a room full of people falling asleep to the same thing in a collective state. My schedule is really good, and i have time to go swimming before classes, as well as make food to eat. Here are the classes I'm taking:

Economic Analysis
Survey of British Literature
Linguistics
Principles of Marketing
Violin

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Yann Tiersen is finally playing Los Angeles. This is a big thing for me.

Buying tickets tomorrow.

everything is wrong.

went to italy, came back.
went to france, came back.
went to austria, came back.
went to florida, came back.
went to new york, came back.
went to the bahamas, came back.
went to mexico, came back.
went to the united kingdom, came back.
went to washington, came back.
went to nevada, came back.

i don't want to come back anymore.

I don't feel well.

I just want to sit in the corner of a room for a few days, unmoving.

Like a moth to the flame, I succeed in dooming myself to the curse of Los Angeles, that perpetually bright star of self-importance and stiff spines. And what does everyone do, other than forget how miserable everything is with bottle service ( Read more... )

hm.
hm.
hm.
hm.
not good.

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hm.
graduation has hit me like air. 
where were we, if we were not here?

hell, now you have me constantly thinking about this dream. my mind keeps racing--i cannot win!

i drank from a cold glass.

Am rather nervous. Can't stand mirrors.
Have a tape measurer in my bathroom. Do you follow me?
Licked that cold grain like it was precious.
Remember when my unkempt life was a tidy den?
My limbs move twenty four hours a day. I don't know any better.
And you still won't have me.
Yet speak as if I am the cause of your long nights. (I would love us to dig ( Read more... )