and it has Commenced...

June 2, 2009 NEW ALBUM OF TAKING BACK SUNDAY
June 19, 2009---Concert at the National!! Richmond, Va!

I'm more than stoked and counting the days!
a real weirdo fan would say "...counting the the seconds within the minutes within the hour"
and! a really really weirdo fan would say "...counting the breaths of each band member and subtracting it from the day we meet again..."

but lets not get crazy.
"totes mos ridic not me" ahah

MTV Shows

jai ho.

So, I'm now 17. March 26. w00t
and i'm hopelessly in love with the Slumdog Millionaire Sountrack and my new LG Glyde.


It is highly recommended.

Birthday was fun. Presents include
-more vinyl! (Madonna-Like a Virgin and Band on the Run)
-bath and body work stuff
-Beatles Book<2
-money.

It wasn't true, but anyway

I've always denied other people saying I'm clumsy, not with my body but with things I hold in my hand.

I, in fact, am really really, extremely, clumsy.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

I realized today,
that there is barely any sincerity in people anymore.
And I found a Post Secret for this, even though I'm not entirely sure if it applies correctly or not.


People are "phony".

I climbed to dharamsala too, I did

I look back at my two previous Blogs and
man, I forgot my taste for LIFE. and the optimism and the perks.

Thanks to BestFriendBaby being here<2
and Vampire Weekend<22 Fresh sound to my ears hah

I finished reading The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald.
and Honestly, the best book since The Catcher in the Rye.
I love it so and Robert Redford who starred in the movie, what a total sexpot. ;)

I've got desperate desires and unadmirable plans

This point in life everyone is distraught about their future.
I am, more than I thought I'd be. I just want to sail.

That's as ambitious as I'll get.
Not really, but It's an escape from everything.

What a disappointment, I had it perfectly

So it has been a while since I've blogged and I return...
Not with fame, glory, or "money". That is what is expected right?
No. Only if you're Michael Phelps or fucking Napoleon Bonaparte.

I return with unwashed hair, headbands and an adversity.
This week, misfortune showed up in my life like a terrible sickness. Wait, no, not sickness because to say "sickness", I would be literal about so said, "sickness". I do not want to be literal, I'm never literal, so why start now? This said sickness is a constant visitor...ask.

But no, the downs of life crept up like a terrible neighbor spying over fences... Eh, funny right? I don't have a fence, so that would make me a liar because I do not know what it is like to have an awful neighbor of that sort.

I'd like to share a story of what has happened with this week but I'd like to shorten it.

--Boy meet girl. Girl likes boy, instant attraction. Boy asks girl out on a date. Days went by with little or no significant conversation. Weekend, nothing. Little or no significant conversation.Boy meets other girl. Boy and Girl hit it off. Former girl waiting and waiting, DONE.

Life has its ups and down, and well, all of it is relative to the next person. and this could not possibly the worst thing in the world. I understand, it's just that I disregard the feeling of despair or any feelings, frankly, when it comes to "social" problems.
But, this one may have just hit the spot. Like bad whiskey.

Ben Gibbard has been there in the form of,
"Your heart is an Empty Room" and Lights with "Ice".