I like feeling the breeze on my face as I drift off into sleep.

Her smile makes me smile.

There's a ladder in our back hall up to the roof. You can see far from the roof, nice view. It's great when the sun is shinning.

28 Weeks Later, Spiderman 3 (Boo!), Hot Fuzz (Hahahaha), 300, Grindhouse, Reign Over Me, Smokin' Aces, Y Tu Mama Tambien

Orientation Tuesday.

A few more days (hopefully) and I'll have two wheels to zoom around in.

2$ for 5 slices. Not bad, too bad they all weren't that good.

Brick, Babel, A Very Long Engagement

Skylar attacks the five fingers hanging off the couch. Jumps onto us, onto the blanket and purrs through the most emotional scene in the movie.

Won $85.

Apartment in Salem. Dance party already planned.

Server in black and jeans. Damn utensils and espresso.

Looking for rocks to throw in the water. Cold on the side of the street.

If only you didn't have one. It would be great.

Stop-motion.

Brian's apartment.

Children of Men (3 times), Little Children, Pan's Labyrinth.

John, Paul, George, and Ringo.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.

Boy, your going to carry that weight.

Transition *hopefully* from MB to the Gulu.

Dark brown red shelf with leftovers for winter's robot eyes.

Vacation.

Stomach.

Pulled over in Nahant....again!

LAN.

Everything is always the best.

Perfect roll.

Dead stiff meditators. (this word doesn't exist)

Smiley on the wall made of stars.

The cool-guy-at-the-bar stand.

"The second sexiest man alive!"

I suck at every version of slaps.

*great night*

I saw you and I knew I couldn't live without you.

Garden burgers and a "quite a hand shake"

Am I to go back to school...?

Aivlas

I replace that which was with what is and I want both.

Saw Layla on the T.

MB :-/

Sorry, Brian, you shall see her again. You already did once.

*will update later :-p*

I wish I didn't leave the home of the Family Guy and the Legend of the Seven Stars.

I just get more depressed.

We are building a religion, a limited edition.

I don't remember what happened 5 minutes ago.

It's finally over, and that's finally over too.

I feel like our friendship is over. How close were we? Bye.

Finally, I get to do what I want. However, I know when I get there I'll miss what I left.

I'll look back and smile.

I won't be sad that it's over, but I'll be happy about the times we had.

I'm sorry. I'm drunk, so I'm over reacting.

Riots in SW. Actually, it's Canadian Ninjas invading.

Avant Garde for sure, I feel a masterpiece....!

Great laughing fits, if people only knew how to end jokes.

Laughing through everything, and they don't know why.

It appears that optimism is bad.

I wish I could remember some things. Oh, how I want to tell you and how I wish you were there.

*edit/update* I killed it.

Debs has no idea what he is talking about!

They mention pot in a song (we went down to the beach and I rolled up some reefer) and Debs goes, "Did they just mention marijuana?" then after I said yeah, hahahaha, he goes on to say, "See this is why people do bad things and spread blah blah blah" He then proceeded to call me imature in the way I view things.

He then went to a website in order to proove all my points against him wrong. He started reading it in his pretentious manner until the facts started to point out that smoking isn't all that bad and that half of the things he was originnally arguing about were false!

HE JUST ADMITTED THAT ALL OUR ARGUING COMES DOWN TO DIFFERENT VIEW POINTS AND THAT HE'S TRYING TO CHANGE MINE BECAUSE HIS IS RIGHT!

He says what I'm doing is wrong and that one day I'll see why.

See now I don't care if he states his opinion, everyone is allowed to. I don't care if someone doesn't smoke pot, I could care less. But the fact that Debs constantly tries to lecture me about the evils of smoking and how I should stop pisses me off.

Roomie is pacing back and forth in our room pretending to throw a cricket ball every few seconds. I'm watching him through the reflection in my window and it's quite humorous, especially since he thinks I'm laughing at something happening on my computer. He spends a great portion of his day just pacing, actually sometimes it makes me rather nervous. What is he thinking about? 1....2....3....4.....5.....he won't stop. Occasionally he does stop in his closet to mimic playing drums on his closet counter. Then back and forth again. Now he stops at his computer to make sure nothing has happened. Pacing again. Oh yeah, I might be moving out next semester. He's playing with the phone now. Fuck, I can tell he's about to ask me a question. Earlier he asked me the meaning to the term "smooth and slick". Ha-ha! As I was typing "smooth" he asked me the temperature outside. Which is funny, because he's not going outside.
He asked me last night if I still go outside and smoke, which at the time was funny because I was stoned out of my mind (It kept feeling like I was falling). I said yeah, and he proceeded to bad-lecture me about how cold it is and how I'll get sick. Then he continued about how smoking is bad because you can hurt your lungs and such. I told him he had no idea what he was talking about and that I didn't really care if it were true. He then said I should care because it could cause me to die young. I then mini-flipped because he never listens to a word I say when I talk to him. I told him "There is no point in living if you can't feel alive." I got really mad because at least I'm having fun being alive right now, enjoying the time given to me while I can. I got so frustrated with what he was saying. He does nothing except play with his computer and talk about playing cricket (which by the way he never plays.) You can't be so cautious with everything because then you'll miss out on a lot. Not doing something for fear of the outcome is a horrible phobia because you can miss out on the possibility of actually enjoying it. All I can say is dream as if you'll live forever but live as if you'll die today.

- carpe diem

- "The fool, with all his other faults, has this also, he is always getting ready to live."

- Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says, "I am coming."

Watch our movie when we finish it, you'll get what I'm saying.

Ed - Movie - Dan - Factory

So much to drink.

Party in 2 rooms.

Purple Haze.

20 people total.

"'Dannish' looks like a horse."

"I have a message for you from ***** and its says, "I miss you baby" I don't know."

He's back. But I'm leaving.

SSB.

"If a robot comes up to you and asks you to play Slaps then you shoot that fucker."

Please. Please. Please. Please. Party.

Nag from the trail next door.

"Apples...they kill people. They're oblivious."

"What's a Puff Daddy?"

Ripped my jacket.

Younger. Grandma's everyday.

The very first night ever. I'll always remember those first days and look back with a wanning smile.

Happy text message. I don't know why though, but I'm not complaining.

Sleep. Alone.

Everyday it's the same thing. The more I involve myself in it, the less it works, the more I need. Oh, I wish it was about that.

Most socializing ever.

Fucked up. Cookies. Val(More Cookies!) Music. Sleep. Wake. DC. Dave and Olivia(?). Room. DC. Jeanne. Work(Flirt.(both ways)Magazine-bitching-poking-fun-laughing.) New Girl. The eyes. Berkshire. Cecelia. Brian on the Phone. Sleep.

Ilya, Jeanne, Jen:

-His stomach is like this...and his legs aren't out where his body is like this... (Circling every word with random little bits of encouraging.)

-I have only ten cookies and nobody wants one. Suddenly I have just one cookie and everybody wants a cookie.

-Memory blank.

-Everyone always wants to relate it back to themselves, so I'll be like, "I was born in Russia but grew up in Italy," they would then say, "My aunt's fiancee went to study abroad in Russia back in 1988!"

-Umm. They sometimes have cookies, like on a tray that they randomly (haha) put somewhere.

-There was this one time when I was a kid and there were these baby(what do you call it?)cows and at first they are afraid of you and they...yeah not...**Beautiful**...but eventually they do and I'd put like my sunglasses on them and a baseball cap and take pictures.

-Could you like put your hand up and see if warm air is blowing out the heater.

Completely mind fucked. Billions of years ago. Amazing.

"What's the name of those things that take the pot and they turn it into like vapors or something?"
"...A vaporizer?"
"Hahaha----"

Fucked mentally. Antsy. Non-stop talking. Bouncy. Crazy. Awesome.

4 packs of Lemon-Ohs! That's 24 cookies. (They're so good)

Helped Val get her shit out of town.

Pitch black.

"Are you guys on a different planet than me?"

Seems I'm busy when I don't want to be and bored when I want to do something.

Sam and Dan in Lynn.

Smoking party on Friday and Sautrday.

Laughing and wonderland. Bud's parallel dimension. Disappearing Sam. John's blank stare to gigantic smile.

Kids fucking with us on the beach.

Big round disks on spinny spinning player make funny noises make me unfrown.

Two new mohawk faces.

I have $3 to my name.

Amherst Cinema, how sweet it would be to get the job.

Sid Vintage.

WoW.

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me. To me your just some faggy girl and I need a lover with soul power, and you ain't got no soul power.

The Fiery Furnaces.

Halloween, oh, how I can't wait for thee.

Date:	2006-10-13 04:03
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Security:	Public
Mood:	annoyed
Music:	Debs' non-stop talking talking talking

I can't stand my fucking roommate.

Walk, wait, have fun. Walk, wait, have fun.

Northeastern dorm rooms and Fresh City booth tables.

Snickerdoodles.

Annoying as all fucking hell.

Weekend stay.

I got locked out of my dorm tonight. Thought I had my card on me when I didn't. I was out there for about an hour by myself. At least I had my pizza that I ordered though. So I had on just a t-shirt, pants and socks on and according to weather.com it is 52 degrees out. Surprisingly though, it wasn't as bad as it would seem. I eventually saw a girl walking towards Grayson and asked them to swipe me in. She did so and for that I am so grateful. I feel quite bad though. I never got her name and she treated me nicely even though it was 3:30 in the morning and I was, frankly, very shady. Oh, well...no memory is a bad one I guess.


The Science of Sleep....wow.

I must report, I've just gazed upon the most amazing scene that has ever been gazed upon.
So, Anthony, John, and I were all at the wall hanging aroundfor a while. Anthony left after a pretty long time because he got hungry, so John and I stayed and talked for a while until we felt like we would pass out. So we get up and leave the wall and head out into the field and we see that everything is covered in a thick white fog. John looks at me and instantly says, "I kinda want to walk the trails." So we do. After making it through the woods, which looked amazing by itself, we made it back to the Bowl in Orchard Hill. I was going back to my room and John his, so we split while we were coming upon the middle of it. The lights following the path and surrounding the Bowl were glowing faintly orange in the fog which made things farther away seem fuzzy. So, as he's walking, John is growing smaller and smaller as he gets further and further away and as we make our seperate ways around The Bowl. To me it looked straight out of a movie or something. The fog thick, the light faintly glowing orange, and John slowly disappearing was astounding. Sorry, it probably only makes sense to me.