So, um my life. is. basically.the best thing ever. I mean holy shit. I live in a major city, I have more friends in this city than I ever had in that hellhole I just escaped. And I get free cigarettes from hot guys with fake accents. And I have a friend who means more than anything to me. At the moment, i am beyond the stage of being on cloud nine. ( Read more... )

I came home. It's funny how I thought I never wanted to return but when I flew in and saw the city under its haze and smog, I could feel the joy of being in the sun again slowly seeping into my veins. I can tell already that things will better.

We had perfect weather today. Cold, wet always, and grey. I felt like I was walking to some university in England or Scotland instead of Boston. But sometimes my imagination toys with me too much. They boys weren't in tweed and converse and the taxis outside weren't screaming with their horns. I was just walking back and forth across a muddy tree ( Read more... )

This has got to be the worst weekend ever. Yesterday I used every type of transportation the city of Boston has to offer. All to go to an art museum that isn't even all that wonderful. Everyone goes into to Boston and has just loads and loads of fun. Past three times I have gone in, I almost had a breakdown because of Marc, got sick and lost in ( Read more... )

sometimes, late at night, when everyone is finally asleep, I lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling. sometimes, I look out the window ( Read more... )

It's funny how some things never seem like it's enough. Like we always have some constant craving for something we won't find. I even tried to erase the past. Start all over and come back to the ocean and the snow. But it's so natural when you're in the darkest place and you think the light is too bright ( Read more... )

hah. the hipsters wanna be my friend.

Yeah, school. Joy joy joy. Its alright, its not brilliant and its not horrible. I like just about all the art majors accept for the FUCKING ANNOYING BITCHY ASS ART HIPSTERS THAT THINK THEY ARE COOLER THAN THOU Dear lord. Someone please just shoot these people or something. they look like crack whore prostitutes in vintage chanel and shit. But the ( Read more... )

When she dreams, she thinks of the city. Thinking of the morning, she moves through her sleep; traveling through the streets, running through the dead ends of her mind. It seems that she’s lost in nowhere. Her City of Angels seems so cold and so dead. So she races through it, trying to erase what she can. But always in her dream, she comes to the ( Read more... )

So, I only have a couple more days until I drive to Boston. Which will probable the most unpleasant thing I will ever experince in my life. It will be my parents and I stuck in a damn minivan for maybe 5 days. My father is now demanding that we buy at least four dozen White Castle burgers, because he hasn't eaten them in 30 years. He just needs to ( Read more... )