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"...When I Heard You Speak, I Felt Warm..."
Oh wow.
Wow oh wow oh wow. Morning View owns my soul.
No, I'm not talking about the Incubus album, I speak soley of it's namesake. It is, in all honesty, the coolest house I've ever had the privilage to be in. Not to mention all the bands that've recorded there, my favorites being the aforementioned, Deftones and Dredge.
Still, coolest house ( Read more... ) -
"...Georgian Belles Are Gone For Weeks, Southern Belles In London Sing..."
Have decided that sincerety within my household is utter crap and am therefore refussing do thusly any longer. Also, the Woman is a manipulitave whore ( Read more... ) -
"How Could I Forget..."
Have I mentioned yet how very much I adore my manager? Because, really, I do. Best person evar.
For the first time in a (very) long time, it appears that John Kevill has done something right within my prescence, this "right" thing being his giving me a rather excellent book to read (though it is not his personally and thus a great cause of my ( Read more... ) -
"I'll Burn My Eyes Out Before I Get Out..."
I suppose I should be typing up my Self Analysis (which is a day late) or doing my Economics homework (also a day late) right now, but my startling lack of interest forbids me from this and thus I turn to el jay.
OMGfuckinglame.
The Sibling's got food poisoning, which is a terrific thing indeed, I love people vomiting copiously. Read Harry Potter ( Read more... ) -
"...How Embarassed I’d Have Been If You Knew What I Was Thinking."
The themes and motifs essay for A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man makes me want to eat glass shards and die ala My Chemical-fuckingsucksOMGSTFUEMODEATH-Romance.
It's 12:15. I have to be up in 6 hours. And I have yet to actually begin the bulk of my essay.
Godfuckingdammnit. >. -
"...He Carries Them All Over The Town, At Least He Tries- Oh, Look, It's Stopped Snowing..."
Methinks there's only one way of adaquately describing this:
OMGWTFBBQ!?!!12?!!
It's raining outside and I have work at 5 tonight. My shoes are made of canvas and I'm lacking an umbrella. Also, Blake isn't working tonight and thus no comical relief and bantering. Blaaaaaaaaaaaargh.
And I haven't even really begun work on that Joyce essay. My ( Read more... ) -
"And The Building Fronts Are Just Fronts..."
All right, so maybe I don't completely hate my job. Still, it's something to consider (when Blake and Carlos aren't working). At least it makes up for the total and complete waste of time yesterday ended up turning into. Ugh. How utterly wretched.
Speaking of wretched. My Chemical Romance. Blargh, and other like sentiments ( Read more... ) -
"I'll Bring You When My Lifeboat Sails Through The Night..."
ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST!
Eeee, okay, done now.
Still fuming, still "obviously" the one at fault. Apparently, as I've come to realize, the people who always tell me to stick up for myself are always shocked beyond belief when I do so to their own person. It gives me a good chuckle, because fuck, its great to be alienated. Whatever. Giving up ( Read more... )
