twelve and a half hours of sleep later and a dream of walking through the streets gazing up at fireworks, appreciating the somber truth of meloncholy while music is playing (a slow song by curl up and die...and i'm still high.
I can't wait until this semester is over...i hate english now...
Hopefully this next weekend will be wild.
ill have to start making some plans or thinking up some wild adventures...but i can't plan too much. their must be more room for spontaneity than premeditated action.