I realized it's a great possibility I need to learn to keep my word vomit under control. I should also realize that those cute little "my-life-is-playing-out-like-a-scene-in-a-movie" thing doesn't mean that it is- therefore whilst in the heat of the moment, whatever my mind is telling me to do, I should do the opposite. This way, I can avoid awkward internet surprises from people who suddenly read my blog. Oh yeah... my insomnia's gone. I'm pretty sure this is the end of me... it was fun while it lasted. I'll miss this.
jesus christ, internet... why do you have to be a gateway to my word vomit? and why is word vomit harder to keep down than actual vomit?
while I'm at it, here's more things I should throw out into the open:
I don't miss Al... at all. But I will hate whatever girl he ends up with next.
I DO miss Ben.
I can't seem to [or want to] find anybody here because of number 2.
I wish that every girl who's too shy, and every boy who thinks he's not good enough would just fess up and tell that certain someone how they feel about them. It's hard, it's scary- but in the end, isn't it always worth it?
I miss the summer so much, it's like there's a freaking hole in my chest.
you know what? I MISS HIGH SCHOOL. I do. I miss the simplicity of it... and I miss the kids I used to see every day.
Last night, I played Kingdom Hearts for nine hours straight-
on somebody else's play station 2. And let me say that THIS is what college should be... ALL THE TIME. I have had quite possibly, the best birthday weekend/following week of my life. Let's backtrack a little, shall we? Friday I woke up around 5:30 p.m.[this is what happens when you don't sleep, and then crash my friends.] to about a million texts. More than half of them were from twitter but the other half were from my dad asking me if I would like to venture back home for the weekend. Sunday being my birthday and all, I typed a quick "YES!" threw some junk in a bag and patiently awaited nino. I spent friday night at my brothers wrestling tournament in rootstown and loved it. Saturday was lazy, the only time out and about was spent buying a new pair of shoes, and a few quiet hours in a coffee shop as katie tried, and for a while, successfully snuck into her new boy-man's show in the bar next door. Around 11:30 chelsea called and said her and timmy were coming to visit, and at 12:15 they showed up bursting through the door and were the first to wish me a happy birthday. Sunday morning was delicious, the three of us went to eat'n'park swapped stories and had breakfast. After they left, katie and caitlyn were over, watching various awful disney movies with me until about three. And finally, a three 'o clock on february fourteenth two-thousand and ten, I spent valentine's day and more important, my birthday with someone of the opposite sex. This boy went to high school with me,and we'd never spoken much. I was a little nervous to be meeting up with him, seeing as all we really had to go on was facebook statuses and blurred high school memories of each other. But this boy was very nice, and surprisingly funny. We got coffee, looked at records, he watched me smoke cigarettes and I watched him eat chipotle. We sat in his car for longer than planned, talked about music, people we knew and scaling buildings to get to the roof. I plan on seeing him again in march. This may have been the single best birthday ever.
The moral of this story: people are very nice... especially when they buy you cups at chipotle you could have very well bought yourself.
Song of the night: two headed boy- Neutral Milk Hotel.
I blog from the safety and comfort of the room of the one and only: Jessica Kyner. Let me just state that first and foremost, she is the COOLEST lesbian EVER. Seriously... try and find a cooler lesbian. That's right, you CAN'T. [I'm so sorry Jess, this means I love you... a lot.] Second on my agenda, is to say with all my heart to those of you who have commented on my last post: I love you all. You guys rock, and you've made me as giddy as a schoolgirl. If you liked it, please please PLEASE tell your friends. I want as much constructive criticism as possible on this, because this isn't just a paper... it's the honest-to-god story of my life. These events actually took place, these people are real and they have affected my life in very,very real ways. Maybe when it's finished I'll post a picture of the legal pad on here. It's funny- the last few nights I've been looking through it- trying to figure out what to include, which excerpt will help tell the story the best. Let me tell you fellow bloggers, I was not quite ready for the tidal wave of emotion that came flooding back when I turned each wrinkled, stained page. I could tell you exactly where I was, who I was with, who each passage is about, and which month it was written in. Take Ben's ghost writing for example. I could picture the night perfectly in my mind... I remember what we were wearing, what flavor coffee I was drinking, which table we were sitting at. I can even remember names of some of the songs that blared over our heads. But ask me how many cigarettes I smoked that night, how many cups of coffee I drank, or how much time passed before we called it a night and I couldn't even begin to tell you. I guess it's because these details never really mattered to me. I was never one for counting hours that summer- time just managed to drift by, both fast and slow and I was never any the wiser.
The moral of this story: comfort comes in all the most unexpected ways... even if it's just a new place to blog.
Song of the night: Perfect blue buildings- The Counting Crows.