no answering the phone

i've never really been partial to phones, anyone that's known me for a week knows that. cause i just... dont like them. i dont like talking on the telephone. i like person to person talking. it's just... i can charm people with my witty remarks better if they can see my silly faces.
so, again, i'm broken. wrist kills, and yet, it doesn't stop me from typing and playing the keyboard. what's wrong with me. i hate myself. i must.
i stayed up till 4am last.... this morning. and woke up at 10. i turned off my alarm then closed my eyes, to just take a "rest" and ended up sleeping till 10:44am, and had to dress and pick up yasmine before dashing to class... i like that, dashing to class. it's feels nice on the tongue.
say it.
i control you.
so pb and j used to be my favorite thing in the world. now it kinda makes me sick to my stomach.
maybe it's just the vanilla soy milk...
no. it's the sandwich.
also, the peanut butter sat in my car for like a month while i was in spain and on tour. is that gross? it was closed obviously.
omg! when i came back from touring, my car had a like an intricate spider's web inside. i looked for the spider, but it seemed to not exist.
good thing i've got my trust volvo now :) i love that thing. and the stereo is insanely loud for a little ole volvo.
gosh. it makes me happy.
so does dignan . they're really good.
as well as midnight juggernauts, i wanted to keep them to myself, but since barely anyone will read this i guess it's ok to share right? i like their raised by wolves song. it's nice. makes me happy inside as well.
i've decided i'm very lucky. no matter what happens in my life. I've so privileged. i've finally escaped the country last summer, as well as been to hawaii finally, gone on tour, made a documentary (which i should eventually work on finishing). i've met so many amazing people.

and i'm thinking about going to this school in london. it's far. i know. but i want to go.
either there or new york.
ok. that's all.
also i'm still not doin too well on the lyric thing. not sure what's wrong with me. i think i'm trying too hard. for once, haha. it used to be soooo easy.
darn.

dood, eww....
i really did write something and now it's completely gone.
So this week itself wasn't extremely eventful. I had classes. missed my internship on tuesday. wednesday night i went to the worst club ever with Yasmine and Ashley but we still had an AWESOME time. really amazing. thursday... boring, cant really remember it. friday, yasmines party, left early and went ice blocking with tina, vanessa, jordan, ryan and josh. then we went to harbor house which we decided we can NEVER go to again. that lady, grace, is a BITCH. no lie to you, sir, no lie. saturday, probably the worst day of the week/month (really quite depressing), and today i fiiiiiiinally got to do my laundry! yaya!! my brother and dad came to visit, ryan took my chair away so now i have to use my laptop actually on my lap which will burn me in the legs. :(

i am BROKEN this week! i've hit my ankle my metal frame 4 times... HARD trying to get to my keyboard. omg... it really hurts to walk. then i some how really really hurt my wrist. i wanna look up carpal tunnel. cause i do work with my computer and the computers at fearless pretty much all day. plus the piano/keyboard... then there are cuts all over my legs... i wont even mention what those are from. and i have puffy tonsils and a soar throat so i haven't been able to write GOOD lyrics for that dumb song i keep changing over and over again.

sooooo yeah. gosh i'm boring. sorry. whatever, you're the one bored enough to read this. :) just kidding. i appreciate your interest/boredrum/stalkerness. i appreciate you.
goodnight and good day.

welcome

so... i'm pretty sure it's horrible that it feels like 11pm and really it's 3am.
that's fine though, i'm good with that.
at least if you're ok with that. :)
anyway, this is new.
it's weird, I actually stumbled across a few blogs the other day just by searching random things, and they where both so interesting I decided I'd like to start my own. Well, to say I don't already have one, is lying. I do have one, but it's boring, nothing of importance...
and it's barely comprehensible.
SO, yeah. anyway. this is the new one, open to the public and what not.
I've been looking for a job recently, and I'm almost 73% positive I would love to work @ this place called The Gypsy Den, but the weird things is, every time I tell someone that, they say, "oh i could definitely see you working there." i'm not sure if it's meant to be a compliment or some kind of reassurance, but I am actually disappointed to heard it. I'd rather be unpredictable, or doubted...
does that even make sense? no, right?
I like to be given a challenge. People say i cant do something, and they are obviously dumb, so i do it, and i succeed. so HA!
yeah anyway, this is getting a little long... and i feel sick. i'm beginning to think this whole, vegetarian + anemia= very bad for me :) but i'm just over meat.
i'm done. i'm good thanks. no meat for me.

yyyyyeeeeeaaaaaah. ok. hahah.
i'm going to try to FINISH a song tonight/morning. k?