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Name: Caity State: Ohio Metro: Toledo Birthday: 8/11/1989
Interests: music. journalism. feminism. image vs. reality. coffee. literature of sorts. culture. symbolism. blurry colour photos. bike rides. indecisiveness. vinyl. scarfs. philosophy. national geographic. modern/graphic art. late night phone calls. Expertise: saving the world with a new boy for every adventure
Message: message me AIM: New York or LA
Member Since:
9/9/2005
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| I think once every one realizes life isn't a race, we'll all be happier. Eventually. | | |
| hiatus.
Not entirely the fault of exams, but they are not a favorite.
Stalk me @ my livejournal. | | |
| I don't like much of anyone, anymore. It's almost worthy of a well constructed list. And it's really not an issue of me finding most everyone either-- annoying, boring, ignorant, fake, so on and so forth-- [because I do] but I'm learning how much I love the friends I already have, that they're realy all I need; and I want to be the best friend I can be in return. There are a few people I am planning on getting to know, and for everyone else that comes around, then great, but don't expect my full attention-- unless we click, you're out of luck, you really are. I'll just continue being content. | | |
| I'm so done with even attempting to go harcore-esque shows anymore. For the most part, their ideals have all been exploited. That, and, I just don't care anymore. Someone just needs to do what makes them happy for once. Although I enjoy them thoroughly, I need to stop going to see UC5, because even eye contact is torture.
[But I do love my brothers, Dustin and Garret, quite a lot.] | | |
| With everything that has been happening, I know it seems as if I'm participating but all I am is an observer. That is all I aspire to be for right now.
I know we all have problems... most of you it's with not being able to find the right shade of eye shadow or not knowing what shoes go with that skirt... and I really feel sorry for you, I really do. It's real to you; it's your reality; it's your life. That is pathetic.
And I'm not going to deny the fact that now that he is within reach, my interest has faded. Because now he's just like everyone else; achievable.
School preoccupies me quite a lot lately. | | |
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