| Feb. 12th, 2009 @ 05:27 am (no subject) |
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i hate valentine's day.
ever since i got left off the list in first grade. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it.
imagine making a box for valentine's day cards. and making cards for your whole class. and then getting two cards. one from your best friend, alenda. and one from a weird guy who had a crush on you.
home, right? right? yes! i'm so down. i can't wait. i'm going to get louis to come with me to a show, hopefully. i miss louis.
it was traumatizing.
we drank tonight.
and danced to country in the kitchen.
it was fun.
i had a nightmare about lucero breaking up. i don't know what i'd do. luckily, i'm getting to see them in a few weeks. pensacola and tallahassee! that's definately a good reason to fly
"i was just now thinking of you, sometime's when the wind blows you see the mountains and all the way to malibu, everyone's a star here in la county, you outta see the things that they do, and all the cowboys out there on sunset strip are wishing that they could be like you"
i want to go to seattle for valentine's day. i hate it. garrett doesn't want me to leave, but whatever. we'll see.
my new computer is shit. for realz. like it deleted my post in the last minute. for realz. i just retyped that. yup. stupid 'puter.
things are ok. i don't know what i'm going to do once i graduate. i'm wondering if graduate school is my thing or not. i'm going back to florida for two weeks in march- the first for lucero and the last for spring break. i'm hoping to take classes at fsu in summer. after my cuz, little ed, having tons of seizures it makes me realize how important family is. and after dancing to chicken fried all night i realize that california isn't that great. in fact- home is pretty great. i don't know if working at the liquor store, like my mom, for the rest of my days would be that bad.
murder by death plays here in a week.
my brother, storm, turns sixteen on monday.
really, my computer is shit. it's restarted this message four times now.
"running from the cold up in new england, i was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band"
san francisco is good for shows. two nights of old crow. two nights of drive by truckers. a good airport to fly around the country.
i like that part.
my computer has messed up 2 times. stupid thing. for realz.
"the sun's coming up over the hills or maybe it's not i can't even tell. but there's a warmth on my face that isn't the blood and my tears are turning the snow into mud and i can't feel my left leg but i think it's still there, did i kill anybody? lord knows i never fight fair."
i love doctor who.
i love my mechanical robotic dalek.
that's right. a robot dalek.
it's tight. and it says, "exterminate! exterminate!"
my computer has messed up twice more.
it's annoying.
i'm gonna watch the duck tales movie now. it's awesome.
"sing with me a hymn for a light for that has dimmed for a heart that no longer beats and even until death when nothing else is left and our pain has finally ceased and the sun will never shine on this cold, hard earth of mine" |
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