I've decided that horoscopes are terribly accurate in their terrible vagueness.

And Dawson's Creek is amazing.

Say otherwise and I'll cut you.

Boston.

Two girls came up to us and asked us for pot.
We saw a couple having sex under some blankets less than 50 feet away from us.
We saw lesbians making out less than 3 feet away from us.
We saw a guy with no feet.

Ya it pwnd.

Hung out with Rayane for something like 8 hours. She came over. We went swimming. We ate a little. Chilled. Went to Portuguese Festival in Woburn. Did shit. Ate more. Danced. You know. A typical Saturday night.

Horoscopes are fucking creepy.

I need to get my iPod fixed. I need to go see a play in Boston sunday night. (Anyone want to go?) I need to pick up some books, read 'em, and do essays about them. I need to chiiiiiiiiiill.

um awkward

Talladega Nights had a pretty good plot. Some of the causes were unjustified. And some plot points were amiss. But for the most part it was a sweet tale of rebirth in many different forms. Some of the jokes didn't fit the plot but it was still full of funny quips. I'd watch it again but it definitely wasn't as funny (overall, in watching it ( Read more... )

Ah. It actually is good to be home. There's drama, anger, ignorance, love, hate, love-hate, hate-love, and hanging out with friends.

Actually, it's all good. It really is. I think NOW I'm actually really back.

Wow. I missed videogames and didn't even know it.

You know, sometimes you just gotta look at the things the way they are and not the way you want them to be. That's where I've wronged myself and others. Understand that I don't want anything more than to return to normalcy.