whatfun.

hoo boy. i should get up and get to work on australearn stuff. like whoah.

( time for a list. )

      muttering is lovebrought to you by the isLove Generator

ridiculous. and maybe sadly appropriate at one time. but now? notsomuch.

( more lyrics for healing. )

( [third eye blind - scattered] )

so i'm home. and it's odd, per usual. i love home. but i become realllllll antisocial in this town. something about growing up an only child makes me wicked uncomfortable around any group larger than me and my parents. so....retreat to my room, avoid relatives, wish more people were online, etc. it's a plan ( Read more... )

first, courtesy of the great american emo implosion:
( an epigram! )

my roommate.

is.

amazing.

more to come.

so this journal is meant to remind me why it is i try to care. but sometimes, i just can't fuckin remember. anyway ( Read more... )

christmas/channukah list. the end. feel free.

( so. )

so here it is. a shiny new wax imprint of the odd entity i call me.
( a few tenets: )