I am severely full of shit 18 out of 24 hours.

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!

The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, 'No, I'm happy for you?' That's when it's really sad.

do everything possible to keep my scholarship. paps not paying it after all haha

Recently, there's been a lot of talk about what the NBA and Clay Bennett will rename the un-Sonics of Oklahoma City — OKC Marshalls

HELL. YEAH.

Some new shades for the man, got them today

Bands I must see before they or I die:
Oasis
The Verve
Coldplay
Rolling Stones
Jamie Cullum
Against Me!
Flight of the Conchords
Rage Against the Machine
Pepper
The Strokes

That's pretty much it. The rest of bands I like enough to see live, I already have, and that's around 100 big time bands now. I wrote it down on paper once and I think it took 3 columns of a loose leaf lined paper on the front, and some of the back. (That's how I'm productive in class.)

I need to be myself
And copy no one else.
I'm feeling supersonic
Give me gin and tonic.
You can have it all
but how much do you want it.
Oasis