Grape Stems.

I love it when people can't help but smile. And when they try to hide it the corners of their mouth control their better judgement. I love it when people laugh. No..when they really laugh. When the corners of their eyes are pulled back all the way and their mouth opens and their head is thrown back. When they lose all balance and the hope to regain it anytime soon. I love it when people are so engulfed in their laughter that they don't care if they're too loud or if they look ridiculous. I love it when people start complaining that their stomach hurts after a while from laughing. And I love it when they laugh harder because of it. It's the most beautiful noise ever. And it's when a person is most beautiful. Now, pregnant women lost in laughter..that just sounds beyond it.

And lastly, I love it when the small things make a person's day. It makes me feel like a person that I used to be.

This song reminds me of being a sophomore.

Stir Crazy.

Thank goodness.

for distractions.
for colored pencils.
for my sketchbooks.
for sudden bursts of inspiration.
for my sister and her perfectly timed arrival.
for reasons to get out of the house.
for incense.

And thank fucking goodness I'm out of here tomorrow morning.

I'm getting stir crazy again. I don't enjoy adapting all too much.

Go Suck A Fuck.

Via raisajanine.

Honestly. What on Earth would I do without your ridiculous ability to relate to me even though I get myself into the most absurd situations? And every time you are able to understand and be my friend, even though I can be outlandish and irrational and downright stupid. And trust me, I couldn't ever possibly think less of you at this point. You're still one of the most amazing people I ever will meet. And even though we haven't talked on the real for a very long time, we're able to pick up right where we left off. Every time.

This weekend..I'm slightly excited. Slightly scared. I just know I have a lot of plans with some very important people. And for the most part, I can't wait.

Sleep Sounds Good.

You know those nights where you just end up finding a lot out about yourself and the person you've become? Yeah. It was one of those. And this time it was a completely positive experience.

Oh. And I love Jay Jay!

Write, Delete, Repeat.

I used to be able to articulate myself so well.

But I'm finding myself speechless at the moment. Sleepless. Clueless..probably. And the more I think about all of this, the more my head aches and wishes it were against a pillow. I've tried over and over again to describe how I feel..but every attempt turns into badly worded shitpile.

And now I'm stuck here, in front of a pale computer screen..trying to spill my thoughts in the most intellectual way possible. When in reality I'm just completely perplexed by your thoughts and emotions. And I'm left contemplating the last line of that one letter that changed my life for the second time. So here I am, dissecting and analyzing and thinking..which I do far too much in the first place. And I can't help but wonder when I'm going to stop being such a goddamn cynic, and when I'm going to trust as fully as I want to. A couple more days and that letter will be a year old. And I can't believe how much I've changed since those four days..

Appreciate your own beauty.

There's no particular meaning behind this song..it's just beautiful.

Dear Marvin.

Since I now know that you read this.

So it's been an entertaining couple weeks knowing you since you went stalker on me. But I enjoy spending my precious time on you..even though it mostly consists of you attempting to show off. But I digress. And I hope you weren't just blowing shit out of your mouth when you said that whole ninety-nine percent thing. Because it would suck if you got just were getting your kicks from lying to me yet again. Anyway, see you tomorrow.

On a completely unrelated note, I fucking just remembered that I need to pick up another check from Alemany..and I really should have done that today..but I didn't remember until I got home. So, I suppose that is somewhat related..

I'm currently obsessed with type.

This Weekend.

I figured that I don't want people to know too much about it..it's just to good to keep it something of a secret.

But I'll leave it with this. I love Marie and our obsession with Beyonce. And her magical fingerpicking skills. Folk You is the best band ever..on the real. I love that song that you wrote, even though you lagged it a million hours again. Just kiddingggg. I love meeting people who know a lot about the city I live in. And I love knowing the truth. Even though it's slightly stranger than I anticipated. And last but not least, I love Jessica and Raisa.

YAAAUUUUUUGHH.

Just Once Chance.

I want I want I want I want.
More than anything else at the moment. Alas. I lack enough inspiration to write a 400 word reason as to why I want so goddamn badly.


So I was reading a friend's blog recently, and it inspired me to read my own old blog entries. It's strange to look back and see what a melodramatic little shit I used to be. It's almost as if they were written by an entirely different person. And looking at my life now and how I react to similar events, I can't help but be amazed as to how much I've grown as a person. It's kind of funny. And now I'm all grown up and goin' off to college like the rest of you. Let's just hope I don't turn out like the rest of you.

Tired.

So since I didn't make it to that Humanities class, and I probably won't make it into the Cinema class, I absolutely MUST find a job. But not this weekend. Most likely, I'm going to spend it in the valley with some people I miss dearly.

So there's this one friend I have who I started talking to again a couple weeks ago, and he's really one of the greatest boys I know. He's helped me this whole week all over the place. Helping me fall asleep. Waking me up before class. Calming me down when I'm stressing out. A LOT.. And even though I never tell him, I really do love him and appreciate his friendship SO MUCH. I don't think I could've made it through my first week without him. Just thought I'd put that out there.

Also, training myself to wake up at 6:30 again is annoying.