i hate you

you think so far inside of the box that its outside of the box. its annoying

alien feet by skat

http://youtu.be/qH2iVULDZ_Y

THIS IS MEEEEEE

im exactly where im supposed to be now. gonna let the light shine on me. now i know who i am theres no way to hold it in no more hiding who im gonna be.

This is me.

and im also terrible at blogging so why bother trying to talk about who i is. so long poop heads.

easy listenz

angus & julia stone

SALES

mac demarco

david bowie

bombay bicycle club

bright eyes

the cure
dan croll

first aid kit

fleet foxes

gorillaz

the mamas & the papas

mumford & sons

the smiths

xavier rudd

the cranberries

i would say something about each song but what's the point?

pg #37

• never pick your nose in public
• never share your pooping schedule
• never kiss & keep to yourself
• never tell your dog your deepest fears
• never forget to put a napkin on your lap at brunch
• never take advice from your cat
• never pick your wedgie at school
• never forget that everyday is a fashion show
• never leave your phone unattended
• never drool while you sleep
• never forget to 'put on your face' in the mornin
• never save your nudes
• but most of all never eat a banana at school

the complete idiots guide to life

1. do whatever the hell you want.

enjoy

but im in idaho

i could vandalize the school and not get caught.
or paint a mural on my backyard fence.
i could watch all the seasons of bobs burgers with my homies.
or watch all of the stupidest scary movies all day.
i could go to salt lake and chill with some hobos.
or spend all of my money on things i dont need.
i could go to a pet store.
or gossip about all the people i wish i could be.
i could run away with my "true love".
or be realistic and move on with my life.
i could make 4 batches of cookies.
or eat 4 batches of store bought cookies.
i could start running.
or start playing sports.
i could go candle shopping.
or make out with my creepy neighbor.
i could even rob a bank.
but im in idaho...

i hate bricks.

???

love, love, love

you make me feel like im being drug tested. and i know the results are going to be positive.
thats why im so scared to love you.

who's to say i'm not?

i stray from my daily routine only to realize that straying is my routine. im programed with the same conflicting emotions day after day..... after day. to feel whatever happens around me. the popular opinions reach my head before my own have even began to process. im stuck in the easily interchangeable drunken state of mind. but theres really no way to get out. no matter how far you swim up stream. we are all robots.

new life - chapter 1

crying means you're mentally strong. it means that you understand your feeling and you're taking them head on. please don't feel ashamed when you cry. don't be afraid that people will see the softer parts of you. that people will see that you're a real person with real feelings.

stare your emotions in the eyes and invite them in.

it doesn't mean that you cant handle life. it means you know how to deal with whatever comes your way. don't push them away. it will only make them worse.

"every new day is another chance to change your life."

-unknown

crusty

pies are defined by their crust.

shout out to my main g, larry.

#different

i may not know what i want to do with my life but at least i know what i dont want to be.

i dont know why i have to be so stubborn that i cant stand to sit in a class listening to "miley cyrus was probably dropped on her head multiple times as a child" or "gay people are so gross" for 5 more minutes and keep my mouth shut.

i laugh harder at the word egg than justin beiber being roasted.

i like the boys that ill never be able to get. 

im so paranoid that ill be murdered at any time that i no longer fear death.

i dont know how to forgive myself of things i didnt do.

colorful wax

i have two childhood memory's of crayons.

1. in kindergarten, my mom was the "parent helper" in our class. one day we were drawing with crayons. then my mom pronounced crayons as 'crowns'. my kindergarten teacher then went on for about 30 minutes, lecturing us that it 'cray-yons' not 'crowns'.

2. i was in the playroom of grandmas house while coloring with crayons. i asked my cousin if i could borrow the crayon she was using after she was done. when she finished using the crayon, i expected her to give it to me but she looked me dead in the eye and ate the top off of the crayon. it was gross.

neither of those experiences have any significance to me today other than the fact that theyre the only memories i have.

HATS

SOME PEOPLE ONLY WEAR HATS BECAUSE THEIR HAIR IS GREASY. OR THEY DO IT EVERY DAY AND NOW ITS THEIR NORM SO WHY STOP NOW. OR THEY WEAR THEM BECAUSE THEY DRAW ENOUGH ATTENTION THAT THE ATTENTION IS NO LONGER ON THE PERSON WEARING THE HAT.

i wish that i had freckles.

or that i could be as majestic as this kid.

how'm i doin'?

i don't know how i should go about this but i assume that if i start it will be easy to keep going.

maybe that's how i deal with everything in life. i'm unsure of which way to go so i go where the wind takes me. but not in a free spirit kinda way.

more of an 'i don't know what i'm doing and the outcome wont change no matter how much effort i put into it' kinda way.

i sat at my desk with hundreds of clever pen names to use but i used Cass Elliot because she sings 1 song that gives me the slightest feeling that i'm original.

here's a picture of Cass with the title of that 1 song: