visionfromacrash

The people above us had squeaky bed sex last night. We bounced a soccer ball on our ceiling to make them stop. This all took place at 4 in the morning.

I'm not sure what to do...leave a polite note, or a can of WD-40.

and as the day fades
no one investigates
nobody answers when she calls his name
another victim, somewhere in a shallow grave
i want to hold her and tell her: it's not your fault

Lyrics by Streetlight Manifesto.

I moved back into the dorm today. Its kind of cool to be back, and aside from the massive amount of textbooks I have this quarter, I gotta admit I'm excited...Like a puppy.

And, aside from that, I don't have much to say. Sigur Ross threatens to lull my to sleep as I work, but I be fighting it. I be fighting it.

Hope y'all...
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Ok, funeral entry postponed until I can get photos to work.

wait a minute

Happy Christmas, all of you.

I decided this just now: Tomorrow, I will post pictures of my recently deceased phone for my own amusement.

Hope your holidays went well.

UPDATE: My phone fell out of my pocket while I was riding my bike home, and got run over by a car.

Well, here we are, on the brink of another Christmas. I both hate and love this holiday, but for this year, I'm too disappointed in our lack of snow to feel anything but apathy. However, I hope that all of you out...
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I. Am. Fucking. Bored.

I'm going to bore all of you with this journal of my life.

1) Last night-I did Karaoke with my friends Christy, Alex, and two friends. Inbetween hearing about drama (and listening to horribly out of tune country songs sung by hicks), I managed to perform a bad rendition of Finch's "What it is to burn." I only wish I was drunk for that. Also,...
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