i just got back from camp, this was a so/so year, i had campers who were just fuckin insane, and everything else
weak,dank,weaksauce, every 8 year old calling everyone weaksauce, yellowcard kareoke, aar kareoke, dirt, dancing, skits, costing 1572 to be noah and a whole lot more but im sick and tired
and im moving monday
and i need to pack.

there is something seriously fucking wrong with me.

tonight was one of my last nights living here, i spent it a Jaque's house with Carlos and Eli, it was so much fun, it involved, cursive, bright eyes, yeah yeah yeahs, clit 45, tequilla, crusty, canada whiskey, lovers talk, champagne, story of the year, my chemical romance ( Read more... )

my last thursday night.

i want my books back.

you wouldnt believe the day ive had...
cursive tommorrow...
oh...

all the people around me say to just forget it ( Read more... )

we so made $4.66 on the pier yesterday
and punk'd everyone on the pier
and met emo-capella on the pier

indiana jones in the raiders of the lost ark
at midnight.

i cant stand sundays.