this weekend: sparx while it rains, rollercoasters(?) while it shines. maybe some salem and haunted houses in between (if i dont pee my pants
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i hate this apartment. when im not at his apartment, i wish i was. i count the hours til im in that bed. two nights a week here is way too much. the fridge doesnt work, there are always mice, its always lonely, there are hundreds of drosophila melanogasters flying around my head.
i wish i could get out. but to where? ten more monthssss
flaming lips was something ive always dreamed of. no show can compare to the visual stimulation and bright colors. i knew every song. i danced. it was magical.
the trees are becoming streaked with reds and yellows. this means: apple cider, jumping in the leaves, mountain hikes, crisp nights, scarves, and hoodies.
campfires on 40 degree nights, spooning to keep warm in the tent, never showering, a six and a half mile hike with fantastic views, a flume gorge, chili cheese dogs, and your face.