I need to start playing guitar more often. My fingers are becoming soft.

Mine too. :(

I always love Bobing it up.

I don't have my amp at the dorm with me and the only guitar I have with me is strung with 11s, so every time it's like ow ow ow. (not to be confused with Bow Bow Bow http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu_moia-oVI)

I really should be reading this great book called Florida Roadkill that a friend let me borrow, but I can't read in my room, no idea why.

I feel so out of it right now.

I have an obsession with Doctor Who.

dear brothers and sisters!!
dear enemies and friends!!
why are we all so alone here?
all we need is a little more hope, a little more joy...
all we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom.
if we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army,
and we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their grown-up clothes and poses.
so we ended up alone here; floating through long wasted days, or great tribulations!
while everything felt wrong...
good words, strong words, words that could've moved mountains!
words that no one ever said.
we were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them.
and the tactics never hatched...
and the plans were never mapped...
and we all learned not to believe.
and strange, loathesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why.
and it is best to never ever ever ever wonder why.
so tangle - o! tangle us up in bright red ribbons!!
let's have a parade!
it's been so long since we had a parade, so let's have a parade!
let's invite all our friends!
and all our friends' friends!
let's promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes;
twelve feet tall and staggering.
sick with joy with the angels there, and light in our eyes!
brothers and sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster..
impatient, lonely and shivering, waiting to build her glorious fires.
it's because of our plans, man.
our beautiful, ridiculous plans.
let's launch them like careening jetplanes!
let's crash all our planes in the river!
let's build strange and radiant machines at this jericho waiting to fall...

^^^
this post scared me the most today

I ate too many cookies.

Today is going to be good day! I'm going to get ready, go eat, then read outside all day, mostly. But first, I must find motivation to get ready...

I find it beautiful; the kind of truthful beauty that brings tears.

me too, but thats the reason of course :D

Imma drink some Jones Root Beer and watch Real Ghostbusters right nowz.

Dammit! My drive isn't recognizing the DVD

we got desperate waiting for our checks to come

I'm still fucking up! To think I was going to go out tonight ahah.

Anyways, I'm hungry.

Something for the trolls:

I don't mind a lot, but if it's too fast and fills my mouth before I can swallow, then I always feel dirty if I lick it off my hand/ lips. I miss giving head all the time, and I miss swallowing. There's something really fun and satisfying about it.

I'm so pumped to watch the debate tonight.
I wanna see Sarah go DOWN

I'm debating on whether or not to watch it. The Progressive Student Alliance is overrunning my favorite pizza shop to watch the debate there. I might hang out in my room and play video games or read in Starbucks surrounded by coffee.

mmm, pizza.