Neil: ohno i just found 10lbs of weed in this bag i brought back from france!!!!!1!
Camille: OH SHIT!!
my best friend at school isn’t coming back next semester. practically my only friend at school. in a true definition of a friend, really my only. are there even words for this? i want her to be happy more than anything and i know this is so right for her. i just wish i wasn’t so scared i’m going to go insane without her there. i wish i was enough to keep her there but i know...
christmas has lost all but its commercial significance in my mind. i remember when i was little, literally unable to sleep for the majority of the night on christmas eve because i was so excited. excited for presents, but also excited to see that santa had picked up the note i’d left him, eaten the cookies, and drank all but the last few sips of milk. i was excited for the atmosphere of...
christmas present from my favorite cousin, lol →
right now i am sitting in north carolina’s most environmentally friendly hotel drinking a beer with my dad. in an hour i’m going to my grandparents’ house to eat barbeque with my cousins and drink christmas cheer. and then tomorrow i just get to tear into my presents. sometimes holidays aren’t so bad
i think it’s weird/funny when people i barely talk to blow up my shit on facebook. let me rephrase that, i think it’s really funny when people i barely talked to for all of high school, who then came to the house i was staying at over senior week completely trashed and then ate all of my food and drank all of the drinks (alcoholic and non) in that house, randomly like my stuff on...
weird. for some reason i feel the need to be constantly fucked up at home, since you know, i have nothing else to do. but i can’t be passing out at 6pm all the time, so. after the holidays i probably need to find some more babysitting jobs. i also need to make some new friends because mine all go back to school before i do.
a list of things, people, activities, and places i...
sleeping, eating, cooking, books, music, driving, driving high, blaring music while driving, singing and dancing while driving, forests, spenc, sandwiches, bedtime bowls, documentaries, drunk texting, dancing, “lolwut”, rings that don’t turn my fingers green, nice boys, monster cookies, my screened in porch, tumbling while high, my dog, other dogs, natty boh, europe, gnomespot,...
everyone is excited to be home. they haven’t been home, some since they got here in august. i’ve been home a few times since. i love severna park a lot of the time. i really do. but after being here for four months, and especially after visiting home a few times interspersed in those four months, i’ve realized that i do not belong there. i’m not meant to be there right...