I hate this journal.
So so so so sos sosososososososososo much.
Well, not really. I don't mind it. I just don't like the name all that much anymore. So this is my new journal:

bad_juiceI don't really understand the name. Or why it's better. But it is. And I have that nifty new banner icon thing. Which is pretty awesome. I made it. With my own two ( Read more... )

I dreamt Jay-Z was nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize ( Read more... )

Hunter S. Thompson shot himself in the head ( Read more... )

I am so happy to be home with my excruciatingly messy room and shower that occasionally traps me inside it, leaving me clawing the door in a frantic fit of claustrophobia.

Oh, it turns out Wire and Wired are two different magazines. Way to go me not realizing the importance of the letter "D". Still, Wired is a pretty slick mag.

What a horrible trip.

I find ODB to be a very inspirational person. I don't know if this should worry me.

I will never take another evening flight again. As perfect symmetry to my flight out, my flight back in was late and made me miss the last MAX to downtown. So I had to take a cab. Thirty-one dollars intead of a dollar sixty-five ( Read more... )

Never arrive at an airport four hours before your flight leaves ( Read more... )

I am very tempted to write all these notes as single entries to clog the Friends' Pages of all of you. Are you glad I didn't? Haha. I did anyway!

I found the Silent Hill 3 soundtrack(which I brought by accident, instead of bringing the game) to be excellent airport music. Kinda creepy, slow, a bit trip-hop-y. I enjoyed it, except for the tracks where people sing. Then it got all sucked in the nuts.