this is the best picture i've ever seen in my entire life.

it's forrest from hellogoodbye's boston terrier....with a moustache :D

this makes me love the band even more, and made me a lot happier than i was at the start of today.
muisc of the day: duh: HelloGoodbye

http://www.myspace.com/hellogoodbye

book of the day: The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch

I Feel Like Sh*t.

my mother keeps telling me not to care that there are people out there who dislike me. Too bad that this is seriously the first time in my life that people--who i used to be best friends with--hate me.

like sincerely hate me.

for example: sending me hate mail via facebook.

about sh*t that isn't any of their mother effing business.

you know what i HATE?

most of the people that i was friends with in Utica.

David, Rachel(W and R), Kristy, Kaytee, Nicole = the only exceptions

out of the main group of people i used to chill with, anyway.

there's a bunch of other people that i didn't really hang out with that i still like

who don't hate me for no reason

who don't make up drama because they're bored

and utica has nothing to offer in the way of entertainment

therefore causing people to act out and be b*tches for fun.

I AM SO HAPPY THAT I DO NOT LIVE THERE.

I AM SO HAPPY THAT I WILL BE LIVING IN ITHACA

A FULL THREE HOURS AWAY

FAR FAR FAR AWAY

FROM ALL THE DRAMA THAT IS LEAKING OUT OF

THAT DREADED

ICKY

BORING

HORRID

PLACE.

BITE ME, UTICA.

i have a very unfortunate conversation to have tomorrow.

i hope he won't hate me.

i hope he'll still come and see me

cause i really need him.

if i don't have him there, i swear to god, i will cry.

most likely fall into a hideous depression.

i cannot deal with all of this if my best friend in the entire world hates me.

i need him to give a crap about me even though i did something horrible.

maybe some sort of penance will be in order...

i don't care if he wants me to pee my pants in public,

if it'll make him stick around, i'll do it.

i need you, "Bob."

i love you.

i'm sorry.

Humans Are Interesting.

First off: I have not blogged in...oh, ten thousand millenia?

Whatever.

No one reads this anyway.

Second (off?):

What the eff is up with us? Why is blogging (how does one spell that exactly?) such a big deal, video or other wise?

Why do humans feel the need to read about other people's lives, try to get other people reading about their's?

We're kinda ego-maniacs, huh?

I understand it from a writer's point of view: I know that I, personally, have this ridiculous need to express my self via literature and forcing my thoughts upon the internet.

I think it's a need to be heard, remembered in some way, even if it's small. What's the point in living if no one remembers you? If you don't make an impact?

That's what I think it's all about.

But I don't know.

Who the hell am I to make assumptions about human nature and how ALL of our minds function?

You tell me what you think.

(Cause, you know. I'm gonna get a response from my MASSIVE following...riiiiight.)

Thirdly:

I'm moving back to New York, Ithaca to be specific, on July 29th via Greyhound bus.

I'm not gonna lie; I haven't been this excited...ever.

Like this tops the excitement that I had when I was, like, three and Christmas was slowly dawning upon the world.

This makes THAT excitement look like depression.

As Kaytee says, I'm so exited I might "pee my soul."

Peeing my pants wouldn't be sufficient.

Not even frickin' close.

I'm going to be living with Kelly and Lucaya, two of the people that I love most in the entire world,

and in Ithaca. Which is, honestly, my absolute favorite place. I've wanted to live there since I was about 12.

Six years later, and I'm about to be there.

[Incert girly squeal HERE]

xo

Music suggestion of the day: She Wants Revenge

http://www.shewantsrevenge.com/

Book suggestion of the day: Crazy Cool by Tara Janzen

http://www.tarajanzen.com/

(This series ain't for the wee ones...)