I don't get the fresh start mentality
Does 2011 erase 2010? Eh, whatever, happy arbor day eve or whatever.
So I snapped (in a sense)
That “Don’t say your sorry until you mean it” treatment wasn’t going to work this time. I am done taking that bullshit, I am not saying sorry for something I meant wholeheartedly, the sense of victory I got in her looks of shock was amazing, I should try that more often.
That terrifying moment when you realise you're...
So what, you're mad 'cause I don't wanna talk?...
There are just some songs
That never fail to depress me. Also some that make me happy, sometimes I hate being a schizo.
So im coughing pretty bad
and my mom pretty much empties an entire bottle of vicks and makes me slab it on my torso. I will never understand mexicans
Not tired, singing along to several albums. More importantly, my new webcam refuses to pick up my voice in AIM. Ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuu. On the plus side, $305 for christmas, hope you all got what you wanted and all that stuff.
It's Christmas Eve (Kinda)...
It’s 1:17 AM as I write this, dunno why im writing this, but I am, so bear with me. Dunno what to say cause its late and im tired, im writing like shit, and I just got done watching Bad Santa (gets me a bit emotional each time, dont mess with billy bob thorton’s retarded little kid friend guy). My window’s open, i figure its like -20 degrees in my room right about now, but I like...
LATE NIGHT JAM SESSIONS
Courtesy of Omar and I, also iTunes for not caring about my taste. The Script and Buble singing time, h8rs gonna h8
Rediscovering my love for Sum 41, haven’t...
Reblog if you find lip-biting extremely...
Scale of the universe →
Makes you think, doesnt it?
I hate being sick
This cough is MURDER. On the brightside, break time, woo.
They are lame and are cluttering my newsfeed, why are you asking people to send you messages so you can lie about what you’re going to say. Please stop.
$75. QUIT HATIN
So I went to that black ops tourny at del amo and won $75. go me, woo
Gonna go win a black ops tournament tomorrow, fuck... →