I'm camping on the Cape with Aaron and Ian this weekend. It promises to be one heck of a time. There's nothing better than road trips, good tunes, cynical, overly analytical intellectual banter, and nature. I haven't been this excited about camping in forever.

I'm spending the day with Nicole tomorrow, which also promises to be fun. :D

Prom was fun. I enjoyed myself. I slept over Kim's house afterward and we played Nintendo in the morning after everybody else left ( Read more... )

I'm psyched.

I am seldom satisfied with anything I do.

Drugs are GAY.

This song; the beautiful, 60-degree weather (which inspired me to take a run); and my amazing hair are all fucking rad. Go me.

These songs really brings back the memories. Too bad they're not good ones. Lately, I've been listening to The Postal Service and Death Cab an awful lot. I don't know what significance this has, but I thought I'd mention it anyway. This entry is impromptu after all. I've also been spending most of my time reading. I definitely enjoy the change of ( Read more... )

My hand smells like ass.

Food Fast tomorrow.
BYOE Saturday.
I'm afraid I won't have any time to write my essay (well) or do my homework this weekend. Hopefully, I'll have such a fun time it won't even matter. Let's make it a good one, fellas.

I really can be completely tactless sometimes.