congratulations it's st. patty's day and where are you?

i'm at home ignoring calls and making shitty brownies and watching movies. and obviously writing run on sentences.

how i feel

wherever you're going, i'm going your way

i can't wait to go to seattle. whether free or 60 dollars, i'm going. i don't know what i'm going to do there since it's such short notice i just hope everything didn't change.

i miss seattle and those mini months i lived there. it's such a wet and cold place in a good way. it's beyond words and worlds away from annoying texas and the weather that can't make up its fucking mind.


i also decided i don't need a car- i want a moped.

i've stuffed my face with several clementines today. i'm listening to the descendents disc side 2 of somery and dan's on my bed with his laptop.

i'm in school what else is there to say?
besides jd salinger dying, which doesn't really surprise me-he was old anyway, c'mon 91?!- i've listened to 7 year bitch and did school things, and thought about cleaning my room.


i really shouldn't be putting this because it doesn't matter at all. DADA

ring-a-ding kid

i'm up late checking out new music..the morning benders...i can't tell if i like it or not but i like the built to spill-style strumming. a-ok. my body's freezing and my eyes want to shut but i feel i need to write something in this thing. add a breadcrumb-since i don't know what i'll want tommorrow.

as for me i'd have to agree, i'm as fickle as a paper doll