weekend.
the history books forgot about us
and the bible didn't mention us
not even once
first night:
kroger madness
bike girl.
2nd night:
3rd day:
.
i lost three times in a row.
that night (after caustic christ/jet lounge):
GAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! (cutest picture ever)
and i hope austin will still be my friend after i post these and you guys laugh and tell him all about it/show him:
maura - these two are for you from me:
.
mostly hung out with these guys. it was refreshing, to say the least. i missed them way more than i thought i did. i'm going to make it a point to call them/hang out with them more often. i'm going to make it a point to call a lot of people and hang out with them more often- at least to those who show the slightest bit of interest.
this weekend was filled with my mouth blabbering on about how sorry i am. the only thing to really be sorry about is my terrible habit of repeating it over and over again. it's not healthy, and i don't even mean it half of the time.
"i'm sorry"s for the way i look, the way i act, the things i say, the things i do. i'm not sorry, and i don't understand why i can't get those words out of my mouth.
in other news: i really want to patch up an open wound that i've been keeping, and i'm letting this other one heal on its own. it's not funny. the situation isn't funny, and i came to realize that last night at the show. he cared enough, and i threw him away into a tiny box hidden on the top of my closet. (my hopes are that he doesn't hate me by now, and i wouldn't blame him if he did.) she doesn't give a shit, and i'm mourning over her as if she were dead. hello. and. goodbye.
my mind: a mess- as usual. we do things we probably shouldn't do, and we say things we probably shouldn't say. but things are done and things are said, and there's no way we can turn back time. all we can do is learn and live and mess up and fall down and pick ourselves back up again (perhaps with a little help from our friends).
yeah. the end.
and the bible didn't mention us
not even once
first night:
kroger madness
bike girl.
2nd night:
3rd day:
.
i lost three times in a row.
that night (after caustic christ/jet lounge):
GAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! (cutest picture ever)
and i hope austin will still be my friend after i post these and you guys laugh and tell him all about it/show him:
maura - these two are for you from me:
.
mostly hung out with these guys. it was refreshing, to say the least. i missed them way more than i thought i did. i'm going to make it a point to call them/hang out with them more often. i'm going to make it a point to call a lot of people and hang out with them more often- at least to those who show the slightest bit of interest.
this weekend was filled with my mouth blabbering on about how sorry i am. the only thing to really be sorry about is my terrible habit of repeating it over and over again. it's not healthy, and i don't even mean it half of the time.
"i'm sorry"s for the way i look, the way i act, the things i say, the things i do. i'm not sorry, and i don't understand why i can't get those words out of my mouth.
in other news: i really want to patch up an open wound that i've been keeping, and i'm letting this other one heal on its own. it's not funny. the situation isn't funny, and i came to realize that last night at the show. he cared enough, and i threw him away into a tiny box hidden on the top of my closet. (my hopes are that he doesn't hate me by now, and i wouldn't blame him if he did.) she doesn't give a shit, and i'm mourning over her as if she were dead. hello. and. goodbye.
my mind: a mess- as usual. we do things we probably shouldn't do, and we say things we probably shouldn't say. but things are done and things are said, and there's no way we can turn back time. all we can do is learn and live and mess up and fall down and pick ourselves back up again (perhaps with a little help from our friends).
yeah. the end.