carpe diem-ing the shit of what’s left of summer ‘10

doing nothing is not okay.
doing nothing in Boston is a-okay.

but every time i go to boston, i’m reminded of what i’m giving up: community, trees, peace and quiet, elegant antiquity. i sometimes wonder if it’s worth it..

upside: Canada soon, if we can pull it off!
internship looking up… just need to get that interview scheduled
actually, dorkily, excited to lead welcome week haha. i’m a lame-o!
some new cover ideas that are hopefully going up so check them out!

(hope i’m not jinxing things!)

peace and love, my darlings!

blogging is difficult

and so the freak is dieting.

R: I wanna lose three pounds.
K: Oh my God, you’re so skinny!
R: Shut up.

had to get in my daily mean girls quote 

paris hilton is a pusher cady, she’s a pusher

it’s absurd how much gossip there is. and holy jeez is it overwhelming to try and keep up with it all.

…so i’m reading.. and then i see that nicolas cage is shroomin’ it up with his cat.
i want to be famous, but i am seriously alarmed.

(and of course, credit is due to my main man perez.)

going nuts

i’m weirdly superstitious… to the point that i’m scared about becoming like my dad when i’m older. he’s actually crazy, guys. seriously everything that comes out of his mouth is dripping with paranoia. for example, he’s convinced he’s dying of an incurable disease, but he won’t go to a doctor to check it out because he doesn’t trust them. and he thinks this despite all of the at-home blood pressure and diabetes tests we’ve gotten him that declare clean bills of health. i joke around with him that i’ll never raise my kids like he did, but i’m realizing more and more in recent days that there’s more truth than jest in my snarky comments.

jackie says i’m a hypochondriac and i’ll give it to her that i am a little. i was convinced i had skin cancer all of sophomore and junior year and i’m convinced now that i have scoliosis.. like beyond a shadow of a doubt. but really you can’t blame me, considering!

the worst side effect i must say is that i over think everything. even the smalleverythings. i replay scenarios in my head and i break down every sentence. sometimes i’ll play out how i want a scenario to happen in my head, but the second i think of it, i’m convinced it won’t happen or even worse, the opposite will happen (and mind you, i’m a dreamer, so these scenarios are awesome: elaborate encounters, wild parties, love). HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?!

even worse, i always think everyone’s staring at me. that sounds so weird even to me as i type this out. i don’t know if that’s paranoia though because it’s not like i think everyone’s out to get me. it’s probably more of a self-conscious thing. i feel like a giant sometimes! D: it’s also probably why i check my youtube page 500 times a day to see if i have more views or if anyone unsubscribed or disliked something. seriously 2/3 of all channel and upload views are from me.

another thing i’m realizing more and more is that there’s definitely a good reason why it seems like no one goes without a routine visit to a psychiatrist these days. there’s just too much fucked up shit in this world.
if everyone was hopped on valium ( or SOMA ;)! ), life would be so so so much smoother.

i actually hate this post and i hate myself for posting it. i didn’t want this thing to be one of those blogs, but this is just what’s running through my head right now. my b, guys <3

trancedanceallnight

what the freak do you wear to a trance event.
scratch that. what do you wear to a nice dinner that can also be worn to a trance event?

i just ate a huge bowl of cherries. actually, more like a pot o’ cherries.
i think that means i’m wearing a bag?
what a fashion statement