007

So I got this online internship with Stolen Transmission.
And one of their bands is Schoolyard Heroes.
Against whom this petition has been written.
So basically I am street-teaming for Satan.
Loves it.

006

Homesick.

005

I love birthdays.
Chicago this past weekend.
Treos and Envy Friday night.
Got my handcuffs and key Saturday.
Drunk Saturday night, had some conversations that embarrassed me the next day. The usual.
I really am doing okay with school. I need to go to Econ more often though. It's the only class I've missed.
I'm trying to get home for Brand New at Northeastern on the 22nd. I really hope that happens. If not, I'll be sad, but I will get to be home for a week in October and some of that will be in NYC with my favorites there. And Kevin Devine in Brooklyn on the 20th I believe.

004

I'm not gonna stay 18 forever.

003

The more I think about it, the more I miss my family and appreciate them.

002

I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.

Today is going to be interesting. I plan to call quite a few people and find out what exactly I said last night.
There's only one phone call I can remember even half of and it's the one I want to forget.
Why am I like this?
Get me out of Wisconsin and somewhere where the sun shines all the time and people lay naked on the beach eating tropical fruit. And nobody ever gets drunk and makes a fool of themselves (or gets drunk and realizes what a fool they've made of themselves while dead sober).
I'm like a gymnast with my flexibility, contorting from having fun to crying in mere seconds.
Maybe I should blame my ballet training for making me push myself to these extremes. I don't do anything in moderation.

And yes, I am. But it's worse than you know.