New slang when you notice the stripes. The dirt in your fries. Hope it's right when you die, old and boney. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall. Never should have called, but my head's to the wall and I'm lonely.
I love The Shins. You should love them, too.
I also love Icantplayguitar for sending me the AWESOME Walkmen CD. It has already claimed a very special place in my music collection.
Let us discuss the torrid Gas Cap Incident of 2005: I drive to the gas station with my sister. It is cold and there is notable ice on the car as well as some snow. We arrive at the gas station. Sister exits car to pump gas, but the gas cap is iced shut. She asks me to get the keys out of the ignition so that she may scrape the ice out of the gas cap crevices. I attempt but the keys don't come out of the ignition. They are stuck. So sister retrieves ice scraper from the backseat and tries to pry the gas cap open. This fails. Sister and I drive back home, complain to dad, and ask for his help. Dad releases keys from ignition with eye-rolling ease. Dad then jimmies the gas cap open using a screwdriver. All this is done in a matter of seconds, making the sister and I feel very stupid and useless. We then return to gas station and presume pumping gas normally. Thus concludes the Gas Cap Incident of 2005. Thank you and come again.
My sister and I are going to start a band and name it Forest of Illusion in honor of our favorite world in Super Mario World.
I spent the night with Sara precisely 24 hours ago. I played this movie trivia game called Scene It with her family and it was a lot of fun. Our team won twice, which is great because winning is everything in life. Afterwards, she and I stayed up and watched American Beauty until four in the morning because I just had to share the wonder and awe with her... and she had never seen the movie before. Then we went to bed and discussed politics and religion and our utmost hatred for George W. Bush.
I had this dream last night that I started my period, and I was around a group of confused children at the time for some reason or other. I had to explain to them why I wasn't feeling very well, but they didn't exactly comprehend. I woke up feeling like shit and found out that I did indeed start my period in conscious reality. I left Sara's early because I was suffering from gut-wrenching cramps. Emily, Sara's three-year-old sister, was told I was "sick," so she stayed away from me in fear of catching whatever it was I had.
I'm sure you all wanted to know that. Meh. I think it's quite funny.
Neon-colored eye shadow is the coolest thing since sliced pumpkin loaf.
When I was much younger than I currently am, I got a computer. I was really quite excited with the prospect of communicating with various peoples of various cultures. One of the very first things I did was visit a U2 chatroom and become a member. I had many handles including BabyChild, SuperSoulSpice, and AchtungBaby15. I instantly became friends with a gentleman named Mark. Mark and I have remained internet friends ever since, though our communication has been very slack through the course of six years due to his relocations across the country, career changes, recent marriage, etc. Last night, Mark called me while I was at Sara's. I'm going to call him back sometime tomorrow. I can't wait to talk to him. Talking to him reminds me of the kind of person I was six years ago. Niave. Lame. Optimistic. Out-going. Hopeful. Funky. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that stage of my life and live it again, only with more appreciation for the simplicity of it all.
Pulp is what makes orange juice worth my time.
I am wearing a sweater right now that once belonged to my uncle. He wore it during his rapid weight loss in high school. He then gave it to my grandpa, who has always been a small man. My grandpa let me have it last year. It is one of the coolest articles of clothing I own.
I bought a suit for $8 Saturday whilst shopping out of town. I'm going to wear it to DECA. Just wait until you get a load of me in that get-up.
I've got the key to grammercy park.
I love The Shins. You should love them, too.
I also love Icantplayguitar for sending me the AWESOME Walkmen CD. It has already claimed a very special place in my music collection.
Let us discuss the torrid Gas Cap Incident of 2005: I drive to the gas station with my sister. It is cold and there is notable ice on the car as well as some snow. We arrive at the gas station. Sister exits car to pump gas, but the gas cap is iced shut. She asks me to get the keys out of the ignition so that she may scrape the ice out of the gas cap crevices. I attempt but the keys don't come out of the ignition. They are stuck. So sister retrieves ice scraper from the backseat and tries to pry the gas cap open. This fails. Sister and I drive back home, complain to dad, and ask for his help. Dad releases keys from ignition with eye-rolling ease. Dad then jimmies the gas cap open using a screwdriver. All this is done in a matter of seconds, making the sister and I feel very stupid and useless. We then return to gas station and presume pumping gas normally. Thus concludes the Gas Cap Incident of 2005. Thank you and come again.
My sister and I are going to start a band and name it Forest of Illusion in honor of our favorite world in Super Mario World.
I spent the night with Sara precisely 24 hours ago. I played this movie trivia game called Scene It with her family and it was a lot of fun. Our team won twice, which is great because winning is everything in life. Afterwards, she and I stayed up and watched American Beauty until four in the morning because I just had to share the wonder and awe with her... and she had never seen the movie before. Then we went to bed and discussed politics and religion and our utmost hatred for George W. Bush.
I had this dream last night that I started my period, and I was around a group of confused children at the time for some reason or other. I had to explain to them why I wasn't feeling very well, but they didn't exactly comprehend. I woke up feeling like shit and found out that I did indeed start my period in conscious reality. I left Sara's early because I was suffering from gut-wrenching cramps. Emily, Sara's three-year-old sister, was told I was "sick," so she stayed away from me in fear of catching whatever it was I had.
I'm sure you all wanted to know that. Meh. I think it's quite funny.
Neon-colored eye shadow is the coolest thing since sliced pumpkin loaf.
When I was much younger than I currently am, I got a computer. I was really quite excited with the prospect of communicating with various peoples of various cultures. One of the very first things I did was visit a U2 chatroom and become a member. I had many handles including BabyChild, SuperSoulSpice, and AchtungBaby15. I instantly became friends with a gentleman named Mark. Mark and I have remained internet friends ever since, though our communication has been very slack through the course of six years due to his relocations across the country, career changes, recent marriage, etc. Last night, Mark called me while I was at Sara's. I'm going to call him back sometime tomorrow. I can't wait to talk to him. Talking to him reminds me of the kind of person I was six years ago. Niave. Lame. Optimistic. Out-going. Hopeful. Funky. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that stage of my life and live it again, only with more appreciation for the simplicity of it all.
Pulp is what makes orange juice worth my time.
I am wearing a sweater right now that once belonged to my uncle. He wore it during his rapid weight loss in high school. He then gave it to my grandpa, who has always been a small man. My grandpa let me have it last year. It is one of the coolest articles of clothing I own.
I bought a suit for $8 Saturday whilst shopping out of town. I'm going to wear it to DECA. Just wait until you get a load of me in that get-up.
I've got the key to grammercy park.
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