When my mother was pregnant with me, she became a fan of Dylan Thomas. Her copy of "Collected Poems" was dedicated to his wife, Caitlin, his muse. I'm named after her, spelling and all.
And this is who she was Gotta love Wikipedia.
She was a dancer. Cracks me up; I have two left feet, but my grandmother was convinced I'd become a dancer. I'm ( Read more... )

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more reason not to like Travis:
motherfuckers were blasting country music @ 3AM last night/this morning.
I swear if I see him or Mal on campus today, I'm going to beat them with my backpack.

I really remember why I am actually quiet.

Goal:
Kick ass at my classes now
Bitchslap through the 18 units this next semester.
Go to Scotland first semester next year for exchange at the Glasgow School of Art.
My journey across the sea [or a sea of some sort] has presented itself to me, and I've decided I will go. I'm going to make something of myself. For me. Not you. For me ...

Star Wars: "Negative, it didn't go in."
Mom: "That's what she said."
Dear God, thank you for giving me a Star Wars geek for a mother.

FUCK YOU OAKLAND PRINTERS!
JESUS.
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... Okay, I'm done. Thank you.

I found Uncle Dave's bandana today.
It still smells like Old Spice.
I haven't taken it out of my backpocket since.
Fuck you August and September ...

Hey
Seriously
It'd be nice to know where I'm going to be fucken moving to in the next 5 days.
Thanks.

When you sing, when you sing ( Read more... )