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Art.
What defines an "artist?" Nothing, really. Technically, it's someone who produces art, but I feel like there's more to it than that. That quality is harder to define. Maybe it's something that is possessed by someone wh… -
Bandcamp- Day five.
(I couldn't do yesterday because of internet/electricity fail) Walking. "Going to play some saxophone?" Crankiness. Two interval WIN. Wheels and Gates. Missing F Squad (♥). "She's wearing Airwalks... and SO IS DA… -
Birthday.
My birthday's in exactly a month, and I don't know what to do. Band kid sleepover? Cousin sleepover? Just have hellof random people from all my circles come over and hang out (APPLESTOAPPLES!)? Go somewhere? Stay home? H… -
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there.
I had an interesting talk with my dad tonight. We were basically talking about how things change so much between entering high school and graduating college. The focus was especially on the social aspect of it all. I h… -
You're horrible.
It's nights like these that make me enjoy life a lot. From the semi-mediocre performances to the stale (but yummy) garlic bread to the dancing like a fucking idiot with some of my favorite people... I am very happy. :] … -
Stop putting faith in all the songs designed to make you sad.
Sometimes I have to pause and remind myself that this is my life. It's not because some huge, life-changing thing is happening to me right now, but it's more like all the things that have happened in the past leading up … -
Break!
Dennis had no punctuation, Wally had a period, and I have an exclamation point. I'm intense! -Fondue party at Auntie Char's. (I've finally seen The Dark Knight!) -Wrap presents for family. -Burn Nikki's CD. -Clean my ro… -
One Year Ago.
CATALINA ISLAAAND! My mom couldn't reach the golf cart pedals. I bought my sexy Catalina hat. Teresa and I discovered that Teresa has (kabooom) thunder thighs. Teresa and I bought Pop Rocks. Steven climbed on the Cafe c… -
Dear Anonymous,
I know I've said this a million times, but I just can't seem to get over it. Call me annoying, obsessive, or just plain pathetic, but I really do miss the way things were with us. It seemed pretty easy for us to be like …
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