I really really really need to get out of Columbia. To move away to a nice city, big or small, it doesn't matter, just somewhere where I can buy groceries, get coffee, go to a museum, see beautiful scenery, and just plain live. I'm thinking North Carolina, or Tennessee or something.
There's too many things going on right now and I need a fucking ( Read more... )

Seriously??? I stayed here for THAT shit? You can't even invite me to dinner? You know we always eat together on Friday and Sunday nights. Then you leave your own party? "Oh man, I'm kind of worried. There are 17 confirmed guests." Last time I checked, I was the only one in your room. I didn't even study. Oh well, at least I'm kind of drunk, right?

+ Tomorrow is Friday ( Read more... )

Acid is awesome.

Shit!
Nothing makes sense
so I won't think about it.
I'll go with the ignorance.
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee;
in four words, that's me.
I am full of indifference.
What do the old people teach us but how to die
and what do those hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?

Most things actually do make sense right now, but I just don't want to ( Read more... )

+ Sam is making my life awesome
+ my name's Dave, and I like to party
+ Renaissance festival next weekend
+ three weeks until GATLINBURG!
+ one more month of school

- I'm not doing well in school
- I'm running out of money
- I'm scared as hell about Mexico
- I failed my Spanish quiz
- my back is killing me slowly

Overall, my life has changed drastically ( Read more... )

Live journal is like a kiddie pool.
You can get in a swim around a bit, but eventually you just end up swimming in piss. Not enough depth for a real pool.
That's all.

I pull back
You release
This feels wrong.
Let me make it right.
I will collect you like leaves
We will float away together in the autumn air
Everything will be perfect

When I go like this, can you feel it ( Read more... )

I really hate mind games. And manipulative people.