not about some dumb bitch

God i miss you
but i never meant to
what an awful way to live

Kate Nash is better than Katy Perry

thanksgivin' photos

i'm tryin' to get up in them guts, girl.



heaven in a handbasket.



appropriate holiday attire.



confection perfection.

DAVE SHOW PREVIEW

Thanksgiving is for family

ya gotta love my dad.



ya gotta love both my parents.



and my older brother and sister-in-law.



and who could dislike these two?



i prob won't see these two today, but Amy and Dustin count as family.

dude, come back!



burn your past. you're better off without it.

--

I don’t want to miss you
or think of you at night
when I’m trying to fall asleep
and the music won’t work for me
I don’t want to wrap my arms
around a pillow or the sheets
pretending I’m pulling you
close to me
I don’t want to sleep with you
in any way shape or form
whether you’re crawling in bed naked
or just trying to keep warm
not even when I’m so tired
but my eyes are still so wide
I don’t want to remember the mess of a bed
I could never seem to get comfortable in
I need a wider space to lay
an empty bed to rest my head
I was always so cramped with you
and I’m looking for something new
a huge bed with fresh sheets
to stretch out my arms and spread my feet
I’ll crank up the AC and be frozen
in this awful summer heat

(written during summer if you couldn't tell)

eddie money

people i currently miss:









--

letting go of holding close
i'd rather cling to these dark roads
no one loves me like my high beams
warding off pale eyes on black streets
nights i've wasted with people i don't
know enough to form a care
i've spilt my pen on so many heads
but the ink never sinks in
so i empty these thoughts behind the wheel
driving until my breathing slows
shaking in the cold with the windows down
letting my mind scream itself out
i could take the blame the cause the fault
and throw it anywhere 'round my head
but i'll keep it in
carry loves and sins
give meaning to leaving this behind
there's a world i'm trying to find
need to push across state lines
or i feel too damn old
as young as i may look
i haven't found the words
to fill another book
so i need a new escape to within
to devise some lines around this life
give me cause to stay
i need to leave
to be at peace
i need to stay
to be ok.

heyyyy Buddy.



bite the fucking curb.

--

i don't even see it anymore
a face
a smile
a form
to have
to hold
no eyes to lose myself in
no loss for words these days
no voice to draw my mind away
from that which "must be done"
i cannot place my thoughts these days
too tired to move and wasting away
no matter how healthy i seem in the sun
i'm a wreck by the light of the moon
walking as late as my body will wake
i keep words in my chest
rather than speaking them
i feel so far from that which i want
i couldn't say
what i want anyway
it's all so far from me

pumpkins everywhere are rottin'.

come with me to hellllllll.

--

I’ve had feelings before
that I couldn’t quite place
never put a pen to paper
and put words to the face
I’ve looked in eyes
had them stare back
while my mouth ran dry
and my pulse went flat
I’ve had the hope
of something true
and ended up left
with nothing new
and I guess it’s to be expected
that’s just the breaks these days
I guess when the words come to mind
the girl isn’t meant to stay
ok.

my manifesto

set on somewhere else
a mind that drives all night
crosses toll lanes and state lines
tunnels and bridges
taking in the division
between city streets and country back roads
let the empty cups collect
on the passenger side floor
living off coffee
southern cookin'
and convenience stores
i'll drive 'til daytimes blur
evenings seem the same
every sunrise is the same damn thing
every sunset is nothing new
who needs sleep when there's caffeine
and a steering wheel to grip
a country gone to hell
i'll document every inch
ink and film
i'll capture every second
in ink and film

--



i took that picture when we all went to Bethany in the summer.
they made their own sign with marker and paper. prob couldn't even get the bumper stickers yet.
supportin' Obama before the hype, the t-shirts, the announcement of his VP...
respectable.



RSC needs a pit party.
so let's try and find a new pit.

start with what you want to be

something more than sad - lonely
depressed and stressed in a basement
find the time - the will to leave.
















followin' the trends and gonna start blogspotin'.
my LJ will remain the spot for my daily dormlife updates.
come winter break, LJ will grow stagnant and collect dust.
i'll revive it for spring semester... maybe.
i'll post scribbles from my notebooks and many photographs here.



hey Tim, let's go to our ol' S-bucks soon.