August 2009
let’s hope today works out. ):
video chatting with the crew.
there are two girls playing guitar hero across the street. they’re quite enthusiastic, and I’m pretty creepy. mm college in the city. ♥
last beach day of my youth. living it up. (:
okay, going to bed to some katy perry and cobra starship. mmm.
chester french, taking back sunday and weezer down just waiting for blink 182.
we’re pushing twenty acres, no joke, and waking up in vegas naked and broke.
katy perry all night every night can I get a whoop whoop.
don’t you know, those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater.
my mom wouldn’t let me get a puppy folder and batman bandaids for college, but she insisted I buy condoms and astroglide.
there’s a shewolf in the closeeeet awooooh.
colts neck fair tonight. (:
is listening to some taylor swift in honor of @laurenmasterson having the balls to leave campout crew first, when I know I could never.
obligatory tweet(er) proclaiming denial of @laurenmasterson ‘s travelling to college. ):
it’s my eighteenth birthday, whaaaat the hell. @taraismusic & @sonamparikh thanks <3 and @petewentz I still expect you today. be there.
now that it’s technically the seventeenth, my eighteenth birthday is tomorrow. lord.
have I broken anyones heart? and birthday in two days. @petewentz your rsvp is still requested.
But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee,
oh boy, how horribly disappointment can ruin a spectacular day.
yaffa cafe with jordania in the city, suckitbitches. (:
I sense regrets in the morning.
unintentional all nighter making headdresses. oi.
getting oreos but no drink was a horrible idea.
I slept obscenely late today, and I still feel sleepy after hours of being awake.
there’s something in my eye.
look I find some of what you teach suspect, cause I’m used to relying on intellect, but I try to open up to what I don’t know.
being a tank, on a night when I want to just be the innocent bystander.
the daunting task of cleaning is lingering over me for tomorrow.
I just stalked through the night with itty bitty mitty fucking visitty, with rendez-vous points and a troupe of girls in hot pursuit.
harpsichords a twangin.
don’t they know? it’s the end of the world.
I’m feeling horribly inadequate compared to other SVA freshman.
I’ve gone from being senior voted Mr. Most Artistic at my high school, to being just one of the millions of Most Artistics.
I keep getting swells of feelings.
They make me feel like I’m going to puke, or bawl, or smile, or scream.
Just this huge pulse of something profound.
It’s terrifying me to the core.
open up to infinity and you become infinate.
stealing wifi from strangers. mm the good life.
I’m a mess.
eating vietnamese in the city. oolala.
nyc bound today and then going to see 500 days of summer later tonight. mm.
I keep scaring myself tonight.
and lauren and I almost nearly hit at least 10 deer tonight. plus one baby fox. It didn’t make sense.
dejavu, vujadu.
serious deja vu all night.
driving tonight, lauren and I had to stop for over ten deer near the road.
and one baby fox, it was unnatural.
it’s almost a full moon, they must be feeding on souls.
deer eating human souls, sounds dreamy.
painful self wakeup on 4 hous of sleep.
dead, almost undead, soon to be superdead.
I went to bed at 6:30 in the morning, woke up today at 10am.
feel like kicking some forest animals.
I’m not myself because of lack of sleep.
I just saved a spider from drowning in my shower.
I’m arachnephobic.
Time for the beach.
I’ll keep you posted to when I upgrade to megadead.
the horizon looks bleak, promising and colored outside the lines.
crazing for some green tea ice cream. @petewentz your presence is requested for my birthday, semi-casual attire.
billie joe armstrong is immortal and/or unaging.
