fuck you and here's to me

I like the idea of being nineteen better than being 18 even though 8 is my favourite number and nine is odd and nineteen is odd and I should actually dislike this in every way. Maybe I am getting better. Maybe 18 was just a disappointing year and maybe nineteen will be better.

Currently I am sick, my face is all broken out, I have a huge scrape on my chin, bags under my eyes the size of Texas, a sprained wrist, a fucked up foot, a headache, I thoroughly enjoy finding ways to piss someone off, and my favourite uncle's fiance's Greek mom thinks I'm gorgeous and an angel.

It would be nice if people got to know me, but then again I guess it would be nice if I told the same story to everyone.

Have fun trying to figure me out when I'm dead.

interests

julian koster, orchids, being really nice to you, talking to you, righting, wronging, bottles, singing, drawing, making shitty noise songs, saving up money, finding new glasses because i hate these ones, a bright red sweater with big red buttons, not doing drugs this summer or ever again, drinking, india ink, soft lips, swedish fish, not eating meat, biking, melodica, dresses and tights, being an electrician, rain, having lots of interests for a while, drafting tables, having a comfortable bed, trains, junk drums, reading, sleeping, breathing, davis square, impressing you for some reason, hating you, liking you, composing, decomposing, the lapsing in the cadence of your breath, writing, gardening, circuit bending, table mending, rockit sending, aeroplane lending, old phones, old clothes, old shoes, redyellowblue, you, the goddamn batman, guitar, ukulele, boxes, stacking books, vinyl, keggers, all nigthers, being with friends, being without friends, snooze buttons, having everything in common, we should be friends, junk jazz, sleeping on your floor, complaining about my height, being taller than two people, cooking for you, guys named dan or tom, people in hats, singing saws, bent banjos, rabbits in hats, cigar boxes, stacks of books or dvds or tapes or vinyl or cds, fixing your electronics for a reasonable price or a hug, board games, mind games, matt moro's brothers, matt moro's family, not really matt moro, neatly folded underwear, power tools, welding, cereal

i am no life nothing have

I found some ink the other day. India ink. It smells really nice but gets all over everything. I forgot how to play guitar badly and am learning how to play it goodly and also not like a ukulele because that doesn't work. I ate drank ate drank a whole little bottle nottle bottle of hot sauce HOT SAUCE earlier and it did nothing but made me sad. I am the spice master. And as such, I must be very good at being sad and pretending to be happy and I am really good at doing those two things these days. My iPod is under the Sims 2 case. And I need to be awake in 6 hours but I can't sleep so how could I possibly be awake in 6 hours. To call Nina. How could I possibly ever be awake when I'm never asleep but never awake. I found a hat today in my brother's stuff my brother had a big head, I don't know if it might have shrunk since he has been in prison, I don't know if drugs give you a big head and maybe being off them makes it go back to regular size. Anyway, my brother had a big head and big heads require big hats so all his hats are really large (actually, that's the size that reads on the tags: really large) so they all look big and floppy and silly on me which is exactly what I have always desired but didn't know it in a hat. Actually I didn't know that I wanted a hat at all but I guess it did. I guess it's one step closer to being a grandfather. I am so moderately tired right now that I could or couldn't sleep. My lips are tingling. I started doing this dancing workout DVD today that I found in my things from school. Things are really looking up, I think.