The Drugs Don't Work

HOLY SPELLING ERRORS!


it's harder to type on an iTOUCH then you think. Wish I could say I don't care, but reading my posts make me seem so unstable, all over the place, and quite sloppy. I guess you can say that's who I am. A mess. A teenage…mess.


In bed. In bed. In bed.
Thinking, thinking
Thinking tattoos.
Regrettable tattoos.


"Rather regret doing something then regret not doing it" -Mergime


DATS DA TROOF. Good point Merg.

Better start doing my research.


Lying in bed isn't fun. Clearly. I've got The Verve on repeat. Lurking on Facebook, impressed.


Remember when Twitter was fucking good. Actually remember when it was great. I've had mine sometime since Feb. 2009. I remember the day I signed up so clearly. Waiting in line for Lily Allen and Matt and Kim, listening to people talk ever so loudly about Twatter. I was curious. Made one. Got a bunch of shit for it a few months later. Stood up for why it’s so great…Now it makes me yawn. I'm not saying I won't use it. Twitter is too good of a site. Uh, yeah!...and a bunch of other stuff. So although it’s not as fun as it used to be (circa before #BieberFever [SOOO NOT BASHING The Biebz here, I too am a lover and Belieber]) I encourage you to join Twitter!




OH BOY

And The Hazy Sea.

My mind is running around in fucking circles.


Shit, it's been running everywhere for the past week. Hopefully when I'm done writing nonsense it will take a rest, or even maybe just a 5 minute nap? 5 seconds? I’ll cross my fingers.


Be ready for bad grammar, negativity and boredom.
Lately I can't seem to function correctly, something big is missing and I can't figure out what it isI don't think it's anything I've already had but something HAS to be coming for me, I hope. I have so many random thoughts going on inside this head of horribly bleached hair.


Well, first off: The Youth. I can say I'm sadly part of that category. I can't point the finger exactly but, WHAT THE FUCK? (We) Most of you are twisted, lazy, and unoriginal, try to hard, bored, or just have no god damn substance. Who am I to judge? No one, but this is my blog so, fuck you. I know this is as corny as quotes come, but we are the youth of today, and it saddens me to know that people can really suck. Major. I'll leave it at that before ramble on about how much I don’t understand my generation. Which could possibly just me being crazy because...because. "Stop bitching, start a revolution" Right? I wish I had the balls.


Something that I've been noticing lots of lately is TUMBLR! Blogging at its best, right? All you cunts who just copy and paste. Actually, it might have gotten easier. Am I right? Maybe I'm wrong? Who knows? I don't. Whatever.

I'm bitter. I don't like it, but who says I have to.


One of my best friends, Justin (who lives across the street) went away for school. YES!? Later Justin Bieber, Ashton Kutcher, Nick Jonas, Dev Patel. Miss ya, you fuck.


For the record I don't hate girls. Throwing that out there, since all other girls my age claim they I fuckin’ hate girls, if you’re a girl don’t try being my friend..”


 I-I actually love them.

Just in case you were wondering. I think it’s crazy to hate a whole entire sex. But what I can't stand the few who are just a big ol' lie (y’know the ones who change in front of everyone, say they hate someone, then act like they’re bestiez with the person they JUST said they hated, the ones who are clones, the ones who serve you unnecessary bullshit on a silver platter.). They haunt me. I am their magnet. Those “type” of girls…fucking suck. BUT I'll stick around because you either A) Make me laugh B) Enjoy having a good time, as do I. OR C) I don't think the confrontation (on your bullshit) is worth it.


That's that.


I’m not sure if you can call that fake? Or just saving the drama? Like I said, I’m messy as shit.


On a lighter note, Summer was good to me!


New experiences. Neon Indian, Chromeo, Josh Ritter, a million other bands, hiking, saying goodbye. Well that written down doesn't sound like so much fun. In my head things were amazing, but I probably will never verbally admit it.






I'm ready for you, FALL




Correct my typing errors? It will not mean the world. But it will mean you're time, and that's cool. Later shmucks.