So! I'm at SHANNOOOOOON's house.

Straight, tight, and gloopy... NEVER ENDING gloopy. (Shannon says: Gloopy sounds like poopy.)

We're straight chillin'. Emo high-five! -cross arms- Emo high ten! Emo heighten?

dude, that is SO jizzin'. (check it outtttttttt!)

DON't WORRY. BE HAPPY.

Hmmm!  Last night was pretty fabulous.  Many thanks to.. Everyone.  Sara, Gabe, Aria, Shannon, Nic, Jonny.. And, cakeicingpastabuttersalteggsoilwatervanilla/cherrycokecandy.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Shannon is a giggle-face.

I need the smell of Summer, I need its noises in my ear!

Collect calls to home.

Tell them that I realize that everyone ( Read more... )

( i have kissed someone. . . )

Sometimes, all I need is to learn not to make the same mistake twice.

He is everything to me, and I can't even show it properly.. taking it for granted is perhaps the deepest regret I have felt in years. I need to learn to let him in, but there appears to be neither a door nor a window to my mind. And I have no soul to sell.

Shannon's basement update.. Pretty spontaneous, I guess, since I never update ( Read more... )

You Are 13% American
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I miss winter.
The numbness from the cold isn't the same as the numbness of being medicated...
and I want to go back there. To the lifts, the lodge, and the night.

Birthday. Woo. Call if you want to do something-it's the first day of non-groundedness in four weeks! Woo!

In other news, from my father, new record player.
From my stepmom's parents, $50 montgomery mall gift card.

(and I'm off to conquer the day.)

a summary:

sick

stomach

mind

eyes

ankle

wrist

too many matchbooks and poorly planned admissions.  bone-dry glasses as evidence.  searched trash, room trashed in the search.

pinned to the wall by infinite sets of feminine and masculine fingers-accused, cornered, questioned.  confessed.  nobody's fault ( Read more... )

I can't remember who you are, but tomorrow I'll be you.  Just pick up the phone.  I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name, lying in your bed, following your dreams.  I listen to your voice get caught in my throat.

I can say nothing here without extending an invitation to spitting hate and scorn.  But, I've got no one to blame for ( Read more... )