Sleep deprivation's got a mighty hold on me.
Lately, I’ve developed this really weird obsession with not missing out on stuff. I’ve been trying to cram in as much joy / fun stuff that I possibly can this summer because, fuck, it’ll never be the summer of 2010 again, ever. This has largely been a failed attempt. I’ve just been watching back-to-back episodes Weeds and Moral Orel, played too much video games, and...
God bless the internet.
Oh, interweb. What would I do without you? Yes, you can become an ordained minister for free on the internet. & It’s totes legit. And they allow for ordination at any age (their reasoning being that good ole Jesus preached in the temple when he was like twelve). And and and, they recognize same-sex marriages, hells yeah. So from now on, you should probably only refer to me as REVEREND...
I heart 500 Days Of Summer.
Tom: It's off.
Tom: Me and Summer.
McKenzie: Was it ever on?
Tom: No, but it could have been, in a world where good things happen to me.
Paul: Yeah, well, that's not really where we live.
Once upon a time, I, Zhuang Zhou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither...
TOO AMAZING TO BE REAL
This has GOT to be the best thing in the ENTIRE WORLD. They’re kinda some of the MOST BEAUTIFUL music making fools I’ve ever heard in my entire life ever, and and and and and… Just go there. Just go. http://TheMountainGoatsWillCureYourBieberFever.com/
In which I use far too many capital letters to...
WHAT IS THAT I KEEP HEARING I SWEAR I KEEP HEARING BOB DYLAN IN THE BACKGROUND ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER IS PLAYING SOMEWHERE I KNOW IT Aside from the harmonicas in my head, life has been rather mundane. So mundane, in fact, that I attempted to work on my summer reading assignment. Which, admittedly, I should’ve done about a month ago since school starts in less than three weeks. This...
Stupid storm, stupid Lee, stupid stupid stupid.
As the unfortunate spawn of two teachers, I’ve had approximately 239673542896 conversations with pretty much every well-meaning adult in my family about preparing for college. SAT vocabulary questions have been drilled through my head since I was about pi years old, and I’m fairly sure the next ACT practice sesh I have to go to at 7:00 on an effing Saturday morning is going to make me...