Remember to Breathe
One cool thing I learned yesterday was that there is a
word that rhymes with orange: door-hinge. That's the
kind of thing you talk about when the entire university's
power goes out for two hours. We (and by we I mean the
Smith boys) lit candles and played guitar and told
stories. It was pretty fun. Jake was trying to get
people to take off for the casino with him at like
midnight, haha. One thing that kind of bummed me out was
that when the lights started to flicker on, Brett raced
out of the room to go watch tv by himself. How
disappointing. I would've accompanied him, for sure. Oh
well, just a continuing saga. I should have my own
fucking soap opera. In a way I feel bad because I haven't
really explained who all these people are in my life.
Hell, I haven't really explained myself, but I'm sure no
one is that deeply enthralled. I can bet that no one's
even read a page of this, which is kind of discouraging.
If anyone is reading this diary, please message me. It
will surely keep me posting my ever exciting life.
"Take me to the place where you go, where nobody knows if
it's night or day. But please don't put your life in the
hands of a rock and roll band, who'll throw it all away."
"Don't Look Back in Anger"