December 2009
53 posts
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-27) →
42.) I'm not offended when people don't understand...
(via sheerplastic)
loins: fmylife:
Today, I had one more gift to buy: a copy of ‘Fight Club’. I asked a person working at Best Buy if they had any in stock. The man wouldn’t sell me the last copy because I had broken the first two rules. FML
sometimes i really wish i was conor oberst.
almost christmas.
today started off shitty. i got up and had to take my dad to the train station, which i do when i want to use his car. so i was up at 6:45 after being up until two the night before in a stupid bickering thing with a friend. so anyway, i dropped him off and then went home and showered. after that i went over to Beatrice’s house and we went out to breakfast at this restaurant over on the other...
Beatrice is on this tumblelog!
Yay!
We’re playing Scrabble at my house right now. I just got my ass handed to me, but in my defense, I hadn’t played in ages. Then again, neither has Eric, but whatever.
Anyway, goodbye Eric. :]
the key to enjoying a rainy saturday morning. →
this conjures up some preteen memories. →
“I’m a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm.”
– Iggy Pop, “Search & Destroy”
sleep.
i think that every school night this past week i went to bed past midnight. and then a couple i went to sleep well past one. combined with getting up at six-thirty everyday… that’s not fun. by last night i felt like a zombie, and there were multiple times that i felt kind of drunk, on my lack of sleep. anyway, i just got nine and a half hours. it feels good.
also a great my chemical...
dammit.
(cues blink-182 song of same name.)
this happens to me at least half a dozen times a day.
god i wish i wasn’t such an idiot.
cool enough.
it’s chilly outside. today i was walking home and felt that bone chilling cold that you only feel once or twice a year if you live in california. something makes me think that i would’ve enjoyed it more if i was all depressed like i used to be. instead it was refreshing for a moment or two and then kind of awful. but i still wouldn’t mind going to chi-town.
anyway, i had to...
paranoia strikes deep.
that’s right buffalo springfield. fuck, i try not to worry. but i’m kind of worrying right now. i can’t help it. my life is steeped in doubt and fear. i hope you’re the real deal. i really do.
mix tapes.
i think i would die if somebody made me a mix cd for my birthday and included the song ‘1991’ by crystal castles. because that would be a sick idea. too bad i thought of it, so now if anyone did it it wouldn’t count. everyone out there is going to have to come up with other sick ideas for me.