so i don't expect for any of the posts that i churn out to be literature gold. i don't expect any of them to be utter and undisputable travesties, either. if you want abominations, singingoutmyhearttou.blogspot.com is thataway >>>. i feel like posting now - especially since there hasn't been a new post in... one day.
so i got to listening to park again. park is an interesting band. their first album is all right. their second album, it won't snow where you're going, is a musical masterpiece. the album never ceases to push me down into the deepest depths of a suburban white-boy depression. it's a depressing band. their new album, building a better _____, is also good and slightly less suicidal. it's more upbeat and has some catchy tunes. huzzah!
and besides this? not much is going on. i have trimesters next week, as i have recited in previous accounts, and i "have been studying for them." actually. what i mean is that i am starting to study for them this weekend. this weekend is going to be a killlller weekend with just pure work. i don't think i'll do poorly or anything, but one can never be too sure about doing well. i do want to see people though. saturday or sunday works for me. friday i have my holiday concert which will be nice.
so my brother is back from college now. it's nice to have him back. he doesn't do much. he sleeps until i get home from school and plays lots of video games and watches lots of movies and goes on his computer a lot. mind you, his friends are still up at their respective colleges. but i must take after him because i, too, spend hours upon hours gazing into the translucent screen of a digital world with myriads of things to read.
cc - texting is 10 cents to send and 10 cents to receive. i didn’t want to text you that in fear that i would be making a fiscal error in doing so. but those are the statistics.
also! henry. i may have to postpone my gears of war get together until some time during the break. i have a lot going on this weekend. we’ll get around to it though.
anywho. figured i'd try to keep the board alive. see you guys soon.
i get a sugar ruuuuuuuuuuuush thinking of youuuuu tooooo muuuuuuuch.
5 comments:
I hardly think that no-posts-for24-hours qualifies The Garage as dead.
The Jessfrence (Jess-reference, another clever morph-point for CC) was way harsh. Almost like windburn, except I don't giggle at windburn.
I know what you mean with the suburban white boy depression, except I like to think of myself as a girl. And, also, when I'm depressed, I pretend I'm way cultured and sophisticated and angsty. Total Russian literature-dark coffee shop-black eyeliner style.
Hey, take comfort in this: as long as there's riflery in your trimester, you will FAIL HORRIBLY. But if there's not, you'll probably do okay.
If you take after Ryan, no wonder you're such a nice boy. I lurve him.
-creepy-
Yeah, texting me would've been a BAD IDEA. But the information is appreciated, you yellow-bellied sumbitch.
i am never texting you ever again you cloth-eared bint.
Cloth-eared bint: a loose term for a stupid bloke who thinks that women aren't lisening to him.
(courtesy of urbandictionary.com)
yeah? i don't know how accurate that is... john cleese used "bint" in one of his shows - faulty towers - and i reallyed liked it.
really*
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