veyron

so I was looking at old pictures of myself and friends from such events as; warped tour, HFStival, and random happenings around Baltimore that I attended over the years, and I started to wonder.. have you ever thought about how many pictures you're in that you don't know about? like, just standing in the background. it's always bothered me. what if I look bad? like a bad hair day or something. or my make-up was screwed up. or, heaven forbid, I was making the ugliest face ever.

strange. I know.

I'm feeling very nostalgic. some things I don't want to reminisce about. but sometimes, I miss the summer of '05... terribly. he ruined me. he ruined my views on love and relationships. and my trust towards guys. *sigh*

anyway, I don't think I'm moving to New York anymore. the friends I have up there don't talk to me much anymore, so it would be pointless to move and be bored all the time.

so MD, you get to keep me for a while longer!

oh. and I got a raise at work today. go me! (: