Listening to Jonny Craig's new songs. He's so fucking good. It's ridiculous.
I'm pretty happy I have the next two days off. I need a break from JC Penney.
So my birthday was pretty nice. I spent it with all of my real friends. Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday and such.
I like the new Set Your Goals CD. I'm not too sure about the song with Hayley Williams though. Her rap makes ME embarrassed.
Listening to Armor For Sleep. I haven't listened to them in such a long time.
I've been feeling so uninspired lately. I don't know what it is. I just want to sleep all day.
I keep thinking about how in the Fall I'll be leaving again and living in Sacramento. I'm slowly starting to wish I didn't have to. I'm going to miss everyone here so much. I feel like I'm actually included with them. I don't want that to change.
I really need to start on that whole "writing project" thing. I always think about it while I'm working.
Joy bought me this book Mark Z. Danielewski (author of House of Leaves) wrote. It's called Only Revolutions. I really like it so far.
Shrugging, I
gift her my laugh.
It's lift so staggering.
Overcomes her. She
hyperventilates. Bends agonized.
What hurt I deliver with just a
hatless shuffleandflap. When
suddenly by a wild of only Wind,
I strangely blurt:
- I promise I'll never leave you.
Flash follws, searing lime to wide.
Fascinating.
She curtsies.
-I'm Hailey. Hi.
gift her my laugh.
It's lift so staggering.
Overcomes her. She
hyperventilates. Bends agonized.
What hurt I deliver with just a
hatless shuffleandflap. When
suddenly by a wild of only Wind,
I strangely blurt:
- I promise I'll never leave you.
Flash follws, searing lime to wide.
Fascinating.
She curtsies.
-I'm Hailey. Hi.
But I'm the sizzle preceding
disaster. Only by his panicky
squawk am I overcome.
With laughter. Heaves.
Doubling over. Wheezing.
What calamity I bring with just a
shoeless pirouette. When
by Flash, searing lime to wide,
I weirdly demand:
-I Wish you'd just chill.
A Wind follows.
Curious.
He bows.
-Hi. I'm Sam.
disaster. Only by his panicky
squawk am I overcome.
With laughter. Heaves.
Doubling over. Wheezing.
What calamity I bring with just a
shoeless pirouette. When
by Flash, searing lime to wide,
I weirdly demand:
-I Wish you'd just chill.
A Wind follows.
Curious.
He bows.
-Hi. I'm Sam.
This song is so good.
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