our internet hasn't been working very well, lately. I can't get on myspace and it makes me pretty mad. I got the worst headache ever, Monday afternoon, and it didn't go away until like ten pm yesterday. so I'm going to the doctor sometime soon and that should be pretty fucking awesome.

IT'S BEACH WEEK! my house will only have five people in it, all week. and today, three of those five are gone. that's what I found out when I woke up. I bit my tongue really hard yesterday and it still hurts. but Exotic Fever Fest was sooo much fun even though I only watched two out of six bands. um. yeah. tonight will be ridiculous and ( Read more... )

best spent twenty dollars EVER! I have no complaints about the set list. not one. well, yeah, one. they could've played "Valentine" but it's alright that they didn't. my legs really hurt from standing and driving. I got lost in Gaithersburg/around there for forty minutes but James saved the day and I <3 him.

I haven't felt so weird at a show, for a while. still. yes. I wasn't too happy with hardly anyone, by the time I left. but I love Josh and I always will. today is my half birthday. in six months, I'll be twenty one, and I suppose I can to make an exception.

I wrote for myself for like three hours, two nights ago. that was pretty difficult on a laptop because of my fingernails, but it was awesome. last night I did the same thing, but for forty five minutes. it was a continuation of the first one, and I still feel like I have a thousand things I want to get out. I haven't done this in three months, ( Read more... )

the schedule is up!

I'm never ever waking up before noon for a boy, again. ever ( Read more... )

that trust thing from the last long entry also means trusting people not to think you're out of control when you're not, even if "strange" behavior is admitted to. the end!

I feel like I spent the whole day at the beach with a bunch of awesome people. happy birthday, Ambrose! <3
now I'm home though and my sister got her prom pictures back and I don't want to look at them because prom sucks, and she does too, and yeah. fuck that.
nap!

I just wrote a pretty lengthy letter to one of you and you'll probably never see it. you might, if things get worse. it all seems really fucking dismal, already.