I Heard A Voice // Modern Love Is Automatic // Disease, Injury, Madness
Every Sunday night I drive home and my high turns to reluctance as I pull into the driveway. Don’t misunderstand me, though - I love my house. I just hate what it means to pull into the driveway on Sunday night. School is such a bore; what a fucking chore. Let this rain pour. Beat this high score. Make your eyes sore. Let your mind soar. Wait for the gore. Ignore holy lore. Teenage group of...
I don’t like this. Blame it on the weather.
"Hay un reten"
Three words that used to put a knot in my stomach. Now it’s more of a hatred that resurges every time I hear them. I’m a reasonable driver, get off my case. I should be able to come and go as I please. Americans are all about convenience, aren’t they? And right now you’re inconveniencing me by making take a separate route so I can avoid your cute little checkpoints....
Oh my god. It's that girl.
She’s at this party. I saw her earlier this summer for the first time in years. Strangely enough things aren’t awkward between us. However, she likes hood types who throw up gang signs in their profile pics now. “Omar, I can see you marrying a white girl.” she tells me. I didn’t object. There’s just something about these güeras…
My voice is fucked from "singing" Orchestra of...
At least next week I’ll be up to 720lbs. on leg press (hopefully). I remember being a sophomore and freaking out the first time Raheem told me to do 300. I crashed a few club pics today. How ironic that out of all of them, the Latin American Student Organization was the only one who told me to leave. You fucking douchebags. Just guessing, but I probably speak better Spanish than all of you....
Please visit me more often at this hour. When you’re gone my absence trumps my company.
Well, that was phenomenal. Here’s the...
“I’ve had enough guilt to build a city, Shame to fill a sea. Reasons to give up and lose everything. Regret to burn this body, Filth to cut these hands. Reasons to bury this and everything we have. Just hit the lights. I don’t care anymore. Enemies eve, Burn to believe. Guns in the ground are all that I see. Love, liars, thieves, All targets to me. Jaws at my heels mean nothing...
Her: He told me he wrote a page in his journal just now.
Me: I thought he had a Tumblr?
Her: Yeah. He said he doesn't know what to write about, so it's blank. I dunno. Ask him.
Me: Fail. He should just write those thoughts down there.
Her: Too public? And you can't leave teardrops on a blog.
Me: HAHAHAHA. Oh my god.
I prefer to draft on paper because I can just...
I stayed up all night writing something. Upon finishing, I came to the conclusion that it sucked. Something salvageable remains.
The mirror in my room fell on the floor and...
Super tragic. It made my room look so much more spacious. I guess it couldn’t handle all the lyrics scribbled on it with Expo marker. Maybe it’s a sign? Robert stacked me with +50 tracks from Armin Van Buuren, David Guetta, Alex Gaudino, and Gabriel & Dresden. I won’t be purchasing another CD in a while (that is until the new Lostprophets comes out [fuck you, I love that...
are obsolete. This world is ours to roam and discover freely. Raise as many barriers as you’d like. Our wanderlust will only make them crumble. I’m going to the gym. Hopefully it won’t be packed with newyearsresolutioners.