Last night we all went out to The Cellar. I'm going to be glad when the first two weeks is over because my liver is killing me! Needless to say, we all got really shitty, and these are the only two decent pictures I'm going to put up! ( Read more... )

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With the end of the year comes another ending. . .from long-distance phone calls to guitar lessons, the first kiss that you swear is magic. Soundtrack of the summer, and onwards to fall, winter, then back to summer again - Third Eye Blind and David Gray. Two years in a nutshell. How can you define a best friend, boyfriend, confidant and inspiration ( Read more... )

I'm stuck in my room for a few hours while they're doing tours, so I finally have time to update my journal. I'm trying to put up pictures from last weekend, but for some reason it keeps screwing up - so hopefully I'll have them up soon. In the meantime, I put a few that will actually work!


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fill this out when you get the time. . .I'm soooo bored and I need something to read ( Read more... )

Ahhh, I am going crazy trying to get ready for seattle. I've been doing laundry since 7:30 last night, and the stupid dryers in my house take HOURS to dry something that should only take 45 mins. I'm supposed to have an interview for a volunteer postion downtown at Covenant House at 2:00 this afternoon, and there's no way I'm going to get my ( Read more... )

sirbrina, i hate these things! but here we go anyways ( Read more... )

Wow, what a crazy weekend, I don't know where to begin. Bri came up to see me on Thursday, and ended up staying until Saturday afternoon. . .a lot longer than both of us had planned! It's good to know that regardless of what has happened, there will never be anyone closer to us than each other. Spanish banks, Texas hold-em, las margaritas, ( Read more... )

Wow, this is the first journal entry that I've written in a looong time! Sirbrina is coming up to see me tomorrow, maybe for the whole weekend? I'm so excited, and nervous to see her. So much to say, where to begin ( Read more... )

Whenever I'm feeling a little melancholy, I always turn to Jack Kerouac. Anyone who does not know who this man is, please refrain from ever speaking to me. I wish that I could have been born a few decades ago, so that I could hitchhike across America. Whenever I read, "On the Road", I get so jealous. . .I wish that could've been me ( Read more... )