December 2010
Fuck 2010.
You were disappointing.
But did I really expect anything less?
I have absolutely no expectations for 2011. Maybe that it will suck slightly less than 2010.
Day One.
Current situation?
Complicated, but we’ll just say single.
I could have had him, and I know I intentionally pushed him away. But if you knew about these commitment issues and everything, you would understand why I did it.
So now I’m alone again. And now these horrible feelings for someone I can never have are creeping up and I have to fight them and push them away.
So yeah,...
Waiting is the worst kind of suffering.
Life never turns out like you want it to.
It sucks, and then you die.
I really fucking hate this.
How did I get into this situation?
I want to close my eyes and when I open them I’ll have a chance to start all over.
Thanks.
Now I know where I am in your priorities.
fuckyeahcoollike:
I am a horrible person.
Thus, it is only fitting that I recieve a cold sore from Santa/Jesus/probably both on Chrismas.
Merry Christmas.
I'm sitting here.
Eating icing and watching Charlie is so cool like.
Merry Christmas.
YAYAYAYAYA!
I love watching my best friends get hacked.
I love poop.
Hacking and poop is like a match made in heaven.
Sorry, Katie.
It’s not me though.
I do think it’s hilarious, however.
Hah, this is set up like a poem.
Free verse.
About poop.
Look! I’m a poet.
…And I didn’t even know it.
I think I’m a mix between an old man and a twelve year old boy.
...
Uhmm.
Yesterday was four days all packed into one.
Day one: me at my house being completely miserable and spilling my coke zero and powder. Then crumpled up on the floor and cried.
Day two: drive around and talk and cry with Katie, get lost, accientally an hour late to pick up Abby and Anna. Once again, I’m sorry. Then some things began to get resolved, but not completely.
Dat three:...
Dear Frightened Rabbit,
Thanks for being there for me on days when my life is as shitty as yours.
I love you.
PLEASE STOP
Let’s hang out instead.
Poop.
Blah blah blah blah I hate everyone.
Herp derp.
Yankee Candle
Dad: You could poop your pants in the yankee candle store and no one would know.
Hahahahahahaha!
GAHHHHHHHHH!
Jeff Mangum. Live performance. December 6th 2010. THIS YEAR!
I will hitchhike to WHEREVER to see him live.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Read da article:
http://sunonthesand.com/2010/jeff-mangum-performs-surprise-show-in-brooklyn/
Pitchfork Interviews Jeff Mangum →
fuckyeahneutralmilkhotel:
my favorite jeff mangum/neutral milk hotel interview. seriously, if i have ever suggested anything before, just take the time to read this.
Pitchfork: I know you’re interested in visions and dreams, and that you sometimes record other people’s visions and dreams for your montage pieces. Do you remember many of your own?
Jeff: I did have a vision about a year ago...
WHY.
Why is there no African midget in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest movie like there was in the book?
Why do my teachers give me SO MUCH fucking homework?
Why am I not doing it right now?
Whyyyyyyy can’t it be break already?
Blarg.
Herp derp.
I am.
Officially accepted to West Texas A&M!
“if a man runs off the edge of a cliff
he will not fall
until he notices his...”
– Nick Flynn.
Delicious New World.
Rachel and I are going to bioengineer attractive males that turn into delicious food after intercourse.
Or whatever.
Madrigal tonight! I am excited to see all my choir friends dressed up as medieval folk.
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole.
Plans is such a good album. I should listen to it more.
Today sucked. But days have a bad tendency of doing that. This week especially.
But 13 was SO GOOD. Props to all my Central peeps.
And I wore TWO different sweaters in ONE day.
Blahhhhhhhhh.
This tumblr nonsense is so confusing.
Goodnight.
Creeping on Katie.
deathisatyourdoorstep:
Herp derp