Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, “I’m not going to make it,” but you laugh inside remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

- Charles Bukowski.

25 days until graduation. 25 days until freedom. 25 days + some until my first visit to Chicago, and I'm really hoping I will fall in love with it. I don't think I wouldn't.

I miss my lip ring. I need money to make an appointment for my tattoo. I need money for everything else in life that I actually need.

I became one of those people who make mixes for people they're romantically interested in to tell them that they like them. I think it might have worked in my favor. After last night, I definitely don't regret it.

Summer goals: walk more, spend a lot of time with friends, make more mix CD's, be as honest as possible, listen to more good music, go to a lot shows/concerts and festivals, work work work, and buy lots of clothes while somehow saving money for Chicago living.


I need more of this in my life:





















What I'm listening to this summer:



While the angels stand by I get high as a kite
I'm too tired to smile
Or know that I'm right"

Enough "you and I"
Enough of "the fight"
Enough of "prevail" or "walk in the light"