wednesday night finals week ( Read more... )

just know that the things i would tell you about here have tired my mind to the point that i can no longer write about them. i'm tired. t minus 2 weeks, graceland, freedom, i have a dream, whatever.

streched thin like paper, and pulled at angles that skew each other.and it feels good to know i am being pushed.

i need something better than last night.
and also, i am finally realizing just how getting burned in the past leaves you baggage in the present.

EDIT: and i have just gotten word that my mother's heart is no longer woking correctly. so. that brings yesterday's lackluster into today's depression. i'm kind of scared.

after this week,
i feel like a hollow shell who needs to filled with beer, kisses, and tons of sleep.
so, tonight: beer, kisses, tons of sleep.

seriously i feel like a zombie.

hey.
blunts 40 oz's bonfire and beach all nite to sunrise last night.

amazing.

work. gym. beer.

fuckin' hilarious.

( OH AND )

early morning blunt cruise OH and iced coffee.

sundays are my holy day, what can i say?

brilliant evening, if i do say so. and thankfully, i am no longer sick ( Read more... )

hey.
i'm happy, and all that that ethereally implies.