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How funny that I should want to talk about shopping with such a good lyric to title the entry with.

So, in the last couple days, I've come to see that going shopping is like some bigbig nightmarish version of a hyped-up, super sped-up video game out of the 80s. While you're flipping out in a store with people all around you snatching at clothes--a ( Read more... )

    It's 2:01 AM, and I guess it would be a much better idea to go to sleep now, since I dunno. It's always better to sleep early and rise early, no?

But I've been on YouTube for the last two or so hours (I know, what a good use of my time), just watching music videos. And for the last hour of that time, I've watched almost all the Justin ( Read more... )

    I'm falling behind in schoollife. My room is the messiest it's ever been (it's disgusting, you have no idea). I haven't done a tape assignment in about a month, I owe Hoague an essay, owe Slattery two MC practice tests... well. And I think one assignment in German.
    Well, it's not as bad as it sounds. Hoague'll grade the essay so long as it's ( Read more... )

    It's like dipping my hands into buckets of weak dye. I can keep floating my hands through it, lightly sloshing around, but unless I start dipping intently, in and out of the bucket, my hands'll come out much the same as before.

It's a little unproductive. It's like letting my mind wander, but not in an unbridled sort of way. It's like ( Read more... )

    Yesterday, I had this long emo thing typed out, y'know. When you're in a funk and you're just feeling down and out.
    And I guess nothing's really changed situation-wise, but somehow I'm feeling better. When you're feeling poor and alone, it's good to count what you do have. It's so cheesy, but when I think of that, I think of "riches/wealth ( Read more... )

    Life is so freakin' hard.

A few pieces of dirty underwear I'm airing for your viewing pleasure:

• Why the eff does college cost so much freaking money?! I know there're the professors to pay and the room/boarding, food expenses, utilities, ... a shitload of stuff. But WHY. WHYYY.
  Er, read all of this as: "Shit, I need to find some money." I'm ( Read more... )

    It's 4:02 AM. I have a flight tomorrow night to Brown at 10 PM. Thank you, LAX/AA for red-eye flights. Otherwise, I know for sure it'd be a bitch to get onto that flight on stand-by.
    My spring break is taking an interesting downward turn. But hopefully tomorrow should change that. Serious thanks to Simon for being so determined to drag me ( Read more... )

    Yesterday, I went to a Bad Religion concert. My FIRST ever rock concert. (Jason Mraz doesn't count, his concerts are under an entirely different category titled, "Jason Mraz Concerts")
    In one word: Intense.
    In many words:

• Broadway Calls opened for them. They were eh.
  
• Bad Religion comes onto stage and IMMEDIATELY, the entire crowd crammed ( Read more... )