Walls start to shake

I put my hands Around the only thing that made sense

One of those weeks I guess it is. So many things to do, but they remain undone as I sit around and nap all day. There's a certain mess I'm making, I believe solely for the fact that I love the challenge of picking myself up from the pieces I left on the floor. But that's also a burden I scorn.

This is a recurring theme. 991 entries of this recurring theme. You can even check. I clicked around one day, and I could only stumble upon those days I'd rather forget.

This weather is very discouraging. If I were home, I don't know what I'd do. Probably just find excuses to spend my money and drive around and be alone. And blah blah blah.

This city is growing on me, finally. Next year...what'll that be like? I'm pretty sure I missed the deadlines for loans. So uh...here's to some hard work, huh...and bearing a lecture from my dad calling me stupid...ya know...whatever. Anything that happens to me now is nothing that has never happened before. I find. These cycles in life. I've learned to anticipate the patterns and notice them in their disguises. This one is where I
don't want to leave...I keep thinking...can't fucking wait till summer...but I haven't stayed a weekend in the city since last year...and I feel bad because I haven't been around here as much as I used to be, and I've been running away ever since I convinced myself that this city was the enemy. I shut myself off, while opened myself up to interpretations...as I always do...these mistakes sort of begged to be made, don't they...I can feel the faces I'll miss or the freedom I'll lose. But then the guilt of the pain of others will be taken off of my shoulders. To me, that outweighs whatever freedom I'll lose, though I know I will be mad later on about it, and bitch and moan...but I know what I'm doing and what it means. So I'll try to keep my mouth shut and "be a man about it" as AlphaQ would say (even though I'm not a man).

Gotta go to Philosophy tomorrow. I'll try to stay awake and be productive tomorrow...emphasis on try. Still have to write that damn play for English. GAHHH.

So here's to 404. Vclub for life.


Crazy times like these:



And more I don't got pictures of, but damn they were crazy...

And of course, La VERN. It's so hard living with other people, but we became family and we spent hella nights crying our eyes out and being hella emo and yelling at each other...but we keep each other strong. Unconditional love, for reals. And as many nights as we were crying, we spent laughing...and being told to be quiet at Lucky Chances. That's classic. That's way classic.

Got love, got love? Got love. Around and around the cycle goes...