February 2010
36 posts
January 2010
48 posts
Crackpot
Mom: Do you have the crackpot?
Dad: No, of course not.
Mom: Where is it? We need to take it with us?
Dad: In the refrigerator.
Me: Crackpot?
Mom: Yeah, with the lamb.
Me: Oh, you mean the crock pot.
Mom: Yeah, I mean the crock pot. But crackpot is just so much funnier!
“Not so tough, found out, found out.”
– Copeland
AAAAHHHH.
MONICA YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER.
(And thank you Nick for subjecting your hands to a little more freezing cold to talk to me, Chicago sucks, I know)
“I’ve spent my life building walls
brick by brick and bruise by...”
– Sleeping at last.
Hey look! A fangirl! →
Something in my house is making me cough.
Maybe it’s the spices. Maybe it’s the air. Maybe it’s the snow. Maybe it’s the fact that I will be at home in Hyde Park on Thursday, and four of my favorite people in the music industry will be on a stage in HOB.
Am I the only one who sees something very, very, VERY wrong with this picture?
“I’m gonna see Nick Santino. Then I’m going to rape Nick Santino. Or Halvo....”
– Monica. (via livinglifelikethis)
:D
(via sneakattack)
You are NOT my friend anymore.
Hey! I'm screaming at you. Hey! Don't care enough...
Mitchel Musso, I know you probably aren’t the smartest robot in the Disney machine, but if you don’t care enough to write a letter, why the hell did you write this song?
O-O-Only for you.
I don’t have that much to do. It’s shocking. I’m going to read a book now. Words cannot describe how excited I am.
[When people ask me why I hate high school, this is what I tell them.]
Angira?!!!
(via dandyturtles)
CATHERINE?!!!
Parchment paper is my new best friend.
“A book that ends with no last page.”
– The Maine
I gave you a golden sweater to keep you from the...
Here I am, feeling strange and unprepared [a lovely song, by the way], for the path ahead. I can feel it winding its way downward. I thought I was okay, but maybe I’m drowning after all.
This is the first time in my life that I’ve spent three hours doing math homework. Maybe I should just get used to it.
:/
endless wonders →
I owe my continued existence entirely to hot water and tea bags.
“Young love is such dumb love.”
– Mayday Parade
Arizona tea is good for me. →
“Here we go, I’ll burn for you now, ‘cause you’re mine and...”
Sometimes, I find myself forgetting.
and sometimes, no matter what I do, I remember.
I need a savior.
Stand me up and maybe I won’t be so small.
Free my hands and feet and maybe I won’t always fall.
P!ATD pre-breakup + fangirls + sparetime = mayhem.
Story Time
sneakattack:
I created a story blog the other day and decided to invite my best friend to join me with this creative endeavor. Nothing’s up yet, but two stories at most will be going on at once, and they’ll range from multiple chapters to just short stories.
Except some epic stories as soon as we come up with ideas.
peace&love
Trust me, it WILL be epic.
Grammar.
So as I was posting a picture just now. I went back to edit the caption three times. Each time, I did not change a single word. I only edited commas and periods. Each time, the sentence came out differently.
I find this extraordinary.
yes →
(via sneakattack)
win.
“You’re being blown about by the wind and calling it flying.”
Posting from a class?
I’m so badass.
And so addicted.
<3
tl;dr
I feel a long, contemplative and unhappy blog post coming on. Yes, that’s right, a blog post. Not a tumblog post, because we all know there’s a difference. If you are not a fan of other people whining, or should be doing homework right now, close this window immediately. If, however, you feel that my word vomit will aid/abet/entertain you, read on. I REPEAT. TL;DR They say that...
“Whoa…that’s a BIG ASS bean…”
– Nick Santino, in our very own Millennium Park.
I’m listening to this song called Taken by a band called Brightwood. There’s about 30 seconds that are just a recording of a playground in the summer. I think I’m in love.
“Now look, you’ve made a fool of love when all we want is to be enough.”
– All we want is to feel enough.
It's January First.
That means it’s time to make some promises.
I swear I will: recycle properly. abandon tepid laziness. strangle insecurity with a belt. run faster, walk slower. shake of the bricks, grab the ropes and climb. support a cause with actual conviction.
It's over now kiddies.
Twentyten. Bring on the thunder.