October 2008
3 posts
I don't believe
that Sarah Palin even exists.
I’m pretty sure she’s the manifestation of our collective insanity, and that she is, in actuality, a figment of our imaginations.
*sigh*
Wishful thinking…
Monday
felt like a week ago.
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Do you ever get it
where you are RLY tired,
but you
just
cant fall
asleep?
That’s me. How joyous.
September 2008
8 posts
Brevity Punctuality
are not present in my life AT ALL.
Is it just too much?
I really hope not. It’s what I do/love.
This is getting better.
Better than I thought.
Here we go
again.
My passion
My death.
“Poor biological mother in Lake City!”
– Rachael
It's been a while.
And it’s late.
Maybe some other time.
So much has happened.
Bumbershoot.
Hospital.
Quasi-breakup.
It never ends.
August 2008
21 posts
Today
is the day =)
This is your center
for instant Bumbershoot updates.
All
weekend.
Please please please
somebody cancel school
tomorrow.
With a cherry on top?
Is this blog
my handle on sanity and reality?
I can only wonder…
Bumbershoot
could be my weekend.
In more ways than one.
Don't stop
believing.
“How I wish you could see the potential,
The potential for you and me.”
– “I Will Posess Your Heart,” by Death Cab for Cutie
Oh, the possibilities.
Insomnia coupled with an addiction to the Internet is both extremely inspiring and insanely unhealthy.
And all at the same time.
I kinda like this little blog of mine.
Hopefully I can/will keep it running. For a while.
I long
for some good, old-fashioned positivity. Any.
So much to do,
So much to think about.
And yet,
So little time available.
“I want to live a life that is always changing, but never left behind.
Evolves...”
– I Want To Live
(a play in one act)
http://www.thingsyoungerthanmccain.com/ →
It's official:
This blog is my last shelter from parental censoring.
Wooo!
(not)
I guess this means more posts?
Do you want to know something?
I’m extremely insecure.
To the point where it’s crippling. It affects way too many of my choices, important and minute.
The worst parts about it?
I don’t know where it came from
and
I don’t know how to stop it.
At all.
“I’ve got my things, I’m good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just...”
– “Bruised,” by Jack’s Mannequin
This happens to me frequently.
Do you ever have a situation in which you know somebody,
and other people know that somebody
and these other people think that this somebody is
smart
funny
handsome
sane
and blah blah blah
and you personally know that somebody
and you see the “real” side of that somebody
and you don’t like this “real” side,
because this “real” side is dark and...
The "norm"
exists just to test who is intelligent/awake and who isn’t.
I wish he would just answer me.
I mean, it’s not like he’s completely out of my league.
I just really, really hope all of this works out like I intended.
“I blame us
I blame us for tragedy
And I blame us
For living selfishly
But...”
– a song by The Lonely Forest
Do you want to know what really bothers me?
Prejudice, apathy, intolerance, and injustice/unfairness.
Too bad that doesn’t bother quite a few people I know.
July 2008
16 posts
Sometimes
it feels like I am hiding something from myself.
Why the hell
are people so easily offended?
I'm hoping I can keep this thing going.
Haha. Always hoping.
I have not updated in quite a while.
I saw The Dark Knight. It was great.
I went to Metro Station on Tuesday. That was great as well.
I got Bumbershoot tickets
I got a backstage pass to Warped Tour.
I made many new friends.
I have done many things already I will post more often, I promise.
Do you know what I fear most?
Loneliness of the painful sort.
Everyone should do late nights.
They are quite kind to me at first.
“Rats cannot vomit. Which is why rat poison works so well.”
– TAI TV
Fear
is not the heart of love.
“Standing on the fringes of life offers a unique perspective. But there comes a...”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower, by Stephen Chbosky
I feel like
we, too often, let our reservations and our inhibitions and our fears dictate what we do.
I guess it’s this that prevents us from living a well-lived life.
I love Gabe Saporta. →
For some reason,
I want to be really famous for being a cool person or doing something really cool.
Just so you know.
“If I’m going to sing like someone else, then I don’t need to sing at...”
– Billie Holiday
I had fun on my mini-vacation.
I read five magazines.
I went to a water park for five hours.
I lost a ton of Yahtzee games.
I tried gourmet salsa. It was good.
I watched a scary movie at midnight.
Nice.
June 2008
1 post
So I guess this is where I start.
My other blogging projects have ended up in the trash can of the Internet. Hopefully this one won’t follow suit. Hopefully.