So the last couple of days have been spent attempting to finalise travel plans for January, running out of scorchable plants, carving designs into my door, and filling out college applications like a bastard hopped up on crack ( Read more... )

Why even bother? There's no purpose to it anyway.

And I always end up sober, broke, and bored.

Everything that comes to you leaves just as fast. Which is ridiculous. Useless, like a resistor in a circuit that doesn't actually do any resisting. None of it stays on or even leaves a mark, it just streams off into the past.

So why anything?

So there was a party over the weekend ( Read more... )

So maybe this winter won't be quite so bad as the last one. Reason being, I actually know what's warm and what's not out of what I own, which is kind of essential.

Still going to be bloody fucking cold, though, so we'll see.

Harrr. LJ.

Stab you with a pencil, like I wish I could stab the annoying chick next to me in class. Right in the face.

Even if it's just for aesthetic value.

Also, big dogs.

And a net surplus of two, even with the loss of one , which is a pretty good deal.

Friday.

Is this working?

Come on baby, the camera ain't rolling, I promise...