(not enough) days of summer.
today is the last day of summer. its funny to think its been a year since i first showed up here in Beverly. a place i know called home. classes start tomorrow. i can’t believe im saying this but i’m actually rather excited. this time i live in my own apartment with five of the greatest people ever. i have my own room and a cat that sits in my window sill. this time my mind is in...
i hate people that take millions of pictures of themselves. just saying.
operation egypt: complete.
last night, oh last night was interesting. i let everything out. i don’t think they have ever seen me that way. only a couple people from back home have. i apologize. everything is just really fucked right now. its been over a year, i thought this would go away. wrong. im starting to realize, it will never go away. but on a brighter note; we got egypt. and then drunkenly went to cityside....
PEEING MY PANTS.
graceguillotte: Alex Jess and I were sitting on our porch. The pirate freshman decided to serenade us by singing and playing his uke. From the deck of Watch Hill. I AM DEAD. MY LIFE IS COMPLETE. TODAY IS THE BEST DAY EVER. currently eating a hot dog made by g.g. i learned i cant do squiggly mustard while walking. anyways, we literally have the best lives ever. you just said, “yes we...
oh, and it just got even better. this is just...
scrambled eggs and coffee. janis little foot is sitting in the window sill. watching the freshmen scurry into the student village. its weird to think that was me a year ago. so much has changed since then.
pluto, i still believe in you.
even this stupid fucking lighter reminds me of...
im pissed they went on operation egypt without me. i was so ready; backpack, hammer, and handy dandy pocket knife. i dont remember going to bed. and now i must go deal with crying babies and their mothers. oops.
i really just don’t know what to do right now.
i got no reason to doubt you baby, its all a...
im going to steal egypt, whether you like it or not.
dinner: hot dog with squiggly mustard, beer. dessert: joose. janis little foot can never leave. here they come. toodles.
my life is just absolutly retarded. but good thing an adorable little cat just jumped on my lap and made everything better. and good thing i live with the five most amazing people ever. good fucking thing.
spring break hurry up and get here.
breakfast with Janis.
honey bunches of oat. Janis the cat running around on my bed. its pouring out and i dont want to go to work. good morning.
i apologize for the obnoxious amounts of posts. i hadn’t been on tumblie in days. i needed to make up for lost time. i needed to full fill my addiction. back to the notebook though. goodnight.
"guess what i do for adventure. i hang glide with...
i could be drunk..
its too late to write in my notebook, so tumblie post it is. the six of us, sitting on the dock. drinking beers and smoking. the moon was bright and the lake was a mirror. we were in the middle. the moon talked and the reflection talked back.
dirty dirty south.
north carolina. internet sucks here. phone is off. beer at noon, yes. jet skiing. my cousin is getting married. this is fucking weird. also, my little cousin just said “purple urkle” im scared for the world. its going to end. im ready for 2012. no paying back student loans for me.
north carolina. goodbye.
the words repeat themselves over and over in my mind. i remember his voice shook the room. “do you want to die?” i looked up, her eyes were blank. she was already gone. i picked up my cat and left. something i would love to do right now. pick up my cat, and leave forever.