... she saw my combover. her hourglass body. she had problems with drinkin' milk and being school tardy. she'll loan you her toothbrush, she'll bartend your party.

fuck i wanna see kings of leon again. somewhere... southern. yeah, somewhere in the deep saauwth. i wanna get southern fried SO BADLY. i miss my southerner. watching new orleans beat indiannapolis yesterday just made my night. like FUCK YEAH. who dat?!
it just reminds me that last year at this time, i was readying to leave on an adventure to a state i'd never even dreamt i'd be going to and meeting people i had barely ever talked to.
now a year has passed and i can't imagine not having these people in my life, and hopefully i'm pretty meaningful in theirs. like, who in alabam can say that they slept with a canadian? probably not too many. and i let them think what they want too, because there's nothin' but sisterly love between myself and em and d. god i love those girls.
i can't believe it's been a year. am i in a better place than i was last year? no doubt. i'm 21 for another scant month. life has never stretched on so peacefully in a long time. everything is right. there's nothing i'd change, there's nothing i want, really. i'm content.
it's so strange. i'm used to always having something going on in the back of my mind that was worrisome or troubling. but now, all i can think about is just what i'm going to do tomorrow. if there is, in fact, a plateau to all of what's going on right now. i hope there isn't. i'm quite content with things gaining and losing ground simultaneously.

now... if i could just motivate myself to keep making it better for myself, then i'd be golden pony boy. but i'm still working on my self control. like right now, definitely shouldn't be writing my inner monologue. i should be attempting (in vain) to write a critical anaylysis of a book i've whole heartedly decided not to read. i struggled. for hours, trying to read the first 2 chapters. that was at 5pm today. it's now almost 11 and i still can't be bothered. i have to hand it in tomorrow since I'LL BE IN L.A WHEN IT'S DUE.
fuck ya! disneyland, to be exact, the actual due date. i'd love to hand it in via email, but i'm not sure shawn will be gangbusters for that. he's had enough of my shit to begin with.
but today something changed: as i sat in the library missing my 2 monday classes, i felt guilty. so i will make it my duty (actual duty) to make it to all the remaining classes, even if i have to drag my ass to class. physically. i'm sure i can enlist kyle to help me. it'd be good publicity hahaha.

ok. i think i've distracted myself long enough. time to face the music and actually start this godforsaken overblown book report.
critical analysis:
you are just a glorified book report. please, get over yourself.
sincerely,
me.

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... she saw my combover. her hourglass body. she had problems with drinkin' milk and being school tardy. she'll loan you her toothbrush, she'll bartend your party.

fuck i wanna see kings of leon again. somewhere... southern. yeah, somewhere in the deep saauwth. i wanna get southern fried SO BADLY. i miss my southerner. watching new orleans beat indiannapolis yesterday just made my night. like FUCK YEAH. who dat?!
it just reminds me that last year at this time, i was readying to leave on an adventure to a state i'd never even dreamt i'd be going to and meeting people i had barely ever talked to.
now a year has passed and i can't imagine not having these people in my life, and hopefully i'm pretty meaningful in theirs. like, who in alabam can say that they slept with a canadian? probably not too many. and i let them think what they want too, because there's nothin' but sisterly love between myself and em and d. god i love those girls.
i can't believe it's been a year. am i in a better place than i was last year? no doubt. i'm 21 for another scant month. life has never stretched on so peacefully in a long time. everything is right. there's nothing i'd change, there's nothing i want, really. i'm content.
it's so strange. i'm used to always having something going on in the back of my mind that was worrisome or troubling. but now, all i can think about is just what i'm going to do tomorrow. if there is, in fact, a plateau to all of what's going on right now. i hope there isn't. i'm quite content with things gaining and losing ground simultaneously.

now... if i could just motivate myself to keep making it better for myself, then i'd be golden pony boy. but i'm still working on my self control. like right now, definitely shouldn't be writing my inner monologue. i should be attempting (in vain) to write a critical anaylysis of a book i've whole heartedly decided not to read. i struggled. for hours, trying to read the first 2 chapters. that was at 5pm today. it's now almost 11 and i still can't be bothered. i have to hand it in tomorrow since I'LL BE IN L.A WHEN IT'S DUE.
fuck ya! disneyland, to be exact, the actual due date. i'd love to hand it in via email, but i'm not sure shawn will be gangbusters for that. he's had enough of my shit to begin with.
but today something changed: as i sat in the library missing my 2 monday classes, i felt guilty. so i will make it my duty (actual duty) to make it to all the remaining classes, even if i have to drag my ass to class. physically. i'm sure i can enlist kyle to help me. it'd be good publicity hahaha.

ok. i think i've distracted myself long enough. time to face the music and actually start this godforsaken overblown book report.
critical analysis:
you are just a glorified book report. please, get over yourself.
sincerely,
me.