and in case you were wondering

i can't find the flash drive that i had stored the thing i was writing on. and because i kept switching from joe to junior with the writing, it is only on that flash drive. so um this kinda sucks :/

i think if sylvia plath was alive right now, we would be really good friends.

i have a pogo stick that stands propped against the wall near all my boots. the last time i used it was my senior year of high school when a friend came over to study for ap calc and we ended up pogo-ing over to the house of a guy half our class had a crush on. i showed it [the house] to her from behind a tree, and then we left.

there is a present sitting near my bed that i got for my friend's birthday two years ago and just never got around to giving to her. i don't even know what it is anymore.

i don't understand how people can not like original cheerios. they're such a comfort food for me.

i've decided to continue and get a phd after i finish with my master's next fall. i am so going to regret this decision.

sometimes, i think i'd rather wrap myself in the longing and hoping for something than go out and try to get it and risk failure. other times, i think failure is the better option.

i just finished reading the castle in the attic with my brothers and rekindled my love for medieval times. i was obsessed with all things medieval in fourth grade.

i'm waiting for a load of laundry to finish so i can put it in the dryer and wanted to write while i waited. i need to find that USB.

*Sunsets and Car Crashes - The Spill Canvas