It Has Been Decided
I am going to speak less. I rarely have anything good to say.
I forgot how much I missed grindcore. Dance Club Massacre, Tower of Rome, Hewhocorrupts, The Locust, Le Shok, See You Next Tuesday. Such gems of high school.
So it was only a matter of time before I got...
Kelsey and I were at Gare de Nord, a train station in Paris, when a group of cops came up to us and asked if I could be searched. I said okay. They asked for a passport but all I had was my student ID. After repeating that I had no drugs or knives and that I was indeed a student, they let me go. They didn’t bother Kelsey at all. This may be the first of many happenings.
I’ve decided to post an old story I wrote. I wrote it senior year of high school in my creative writing class. I’m sure some of you who were in that class remember the “song story” assignment. For those of you who are unaware, the assignment was to pick a song, analyze its meaning, and incorporate its lyrics and meaning into a story. The song I chose was Basement Ghost...
Losing one of your new Prismacolor pens = frustration
I had a dream last night that I did drugs with Conor Oberst and we wrote a song together. It was an amazing dream, if I do say so myself.
More stressful than school work. Because school work doesn’t involve vast quantities of money.
Today Was Fucking Successful
- MagicJack worked and I called my parents and brother in America for free - Kyle and I might buy guitars for only 99 euros each - Uploaded pictures and realized last night was awesome - Got some homework did
I am actually getting really bored of Tumblr
All I want to see is good writing, good photography, and good architecture. I guess I need to follow more people and maybe unfollow some people. Or just quit spending time on tumblr because I don’t feel fulfilled after spending an hour scrolling down endlessly. God forbid I go make friends or something :P
I know it’s not a huge deal, but this new influx of followers (about 2 or 3) has made me happy. This almost makes me feel obligated to update this more often. Once I get internet in my apartment, I’ll probably waste more time on here than I should. Oh well, it’ll be cleansing. I have been journaling almost every night. Perhaps I will post tidbits of what I’ve been...