February 2012
That’s all you really are.
“Matter tells space how to curve, and space tells matter how to move.”
– A romance that time cannot contain.
You’re just addicted to adrenaline.
Pretty lasses with fantastic glasses,
Beautiful faces in wonderful places.
Just like the two sides of a sword.
I wish I could relinquish the one side from the other, grabbing the side I am comfortable with, the one I’m used to. The side that is pure, and great. The side I enjoy.
She spoke,
and is ever so lovely.
Finished The Hunger Games.
last night. was quite excellent. instantly started book two. not regretting buying the box series, but having second thoughts about the movie.
the director has only directed 3 films. and half the actors are comedic actors. this begins to worry me, but i suppose we’ll see march 23.
Oh, kissing.
The sweet delicacy I took for granted.
Oh how I want some.
So many beautiful women.
Each and every day.
And may the odds be ever in your favor.
It's getting kind of hard to believe things are...
I’ve been drowning too long to belive that the tides going to turn,
and I’ve been living too hard to believe things are going to be easier now,
I’m still trying to shake off the pain from the lessons I’ve learned.
AND IF I SEE VAN HELSING, I SWEAR TO THE LORD I WILL SLAY HIM!!!
AHAHAHA!
TAKE IT FROM ME I SWEAR I WILL LET IT BE SO!
AHAHAHA!
BLOOD WILL RUN DOWN HIS...
Last night.
I had a funny dream. But I remember kissing Regina Spektor, and I think Flo from the car insurance commercials. I woke up smiling cause it felt so real. T’was awesome.
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I think it's funny The Walking Dead came back this...
and im not afraid or sad to say why.
This was the weekend of Ernest’s(EJ) party, danny was hilariously hammered and melissa ryan vanessa and I think bekah were there. I ended up having to make sure danny didnt choke on barf, and that nobody made any stupid decisions. And the same ngiht vanessa punched a hole in the wall, and we had to fix it. Was generally a good party.
It was the night...
I think I may like Regina Spektor.
Just a bit.
sugarshoes:
A Boy Named Sue- Johnny Cash
lustofyourskin:
Johnny Cash - Hurt
clavicola:
A Satisfied Mind // Johnny Cash
I think the Cosmos is trying to contact me.
After this great weekend, and then this philosophy class. There must be some kind of lesson to be learned.
I was going to post something,
about
Why people have the need to feel so sporadic, and that their life has to be filled with random moments, parties and drinking, like, becoming the people we hated together in high school. But, I guess it’s just their thing. Just as my thing is making other people laugh and smile.
If I could have someone stay in my life, in which I enjoyed their company as much as I enjoyed theirs, and...
If you're at Valencia today,
shoot me a text. I would be happy to see you.
School from 9-6 tomorrow.
Goodnight.
“A lion doesn’t feel remorse when it kills a gazelle. We don’t feel...”
– Andrew (Chronicle)
Friends asked me to come over for the Super Bowl.
I was wary at first. Didn’t want to stay too long because I had other things I thought I would rather do. But alas I went, and it ended up being actually a great time. I underestimate other people daily, but that is because most people end up not pulling through. But we played Cranium and Dicecapades while watching the super bowl and it turned out to be a grand old time, that I...
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Y'know.
As most typical guys around other guys usually fit into the whole guy stereotype of ‘oh man 3-somes, me and two chicks oh yeah’ and I suppose all that jazz of being pleasured by multiple women, I’ll admit, I joke around if we’re ever on the topic.
But when I really think about it, I don’t think I would actually be able to do it. Not that I’m a wuss, or perhaps...
Last night.
Saw chronicle
Hung out with some great friends
Wish every weekend was like it.
We’ll see.
Fuck that shit.
It’s over.
You will never hear anything about her again guys.
I’m fucking serious. Done.
Tomorrow is a whole new day.
cestsecouer:
I don’t care enough to make all of the effort anymore. I’m tired. I’m sad. And I just want to live my own damn life.
I would love to share my happiness and life with someone else, but frankly, the word sharing means more to me than anything else. And until I see that someone is going to care enough about me, to share, to make an effort, then I’m going with the flow. I’m going to...
Everyone just keeps telling me to forget it, or to move on, or to screw it. And I totally want to. But.
I totally don’t want to, cause yeah, all the bad crap will go away. But forgetting the bad, will just take the good with it. I’m useless.
Linger on.
Back to halves again.