Macon, like bacon?

Listening to Morrissey consoles me when I can't draw anything.

I haven't been updating and I'm not what you would call inspired, so this will be a pointless, yet necessary, entry, I'm afraid.

I am completely dreading high school. I really am. The idea makes me want to vomit.

This is going to mold who I am. And I'm nowhere near ready.

I want to be like Macon and Madison.

If you know who they are, marry me, promptly.

Silver screen notations.

"Self improvement is masturbation."

I'm not sure how that relates to anything I'm feeling right now, but I like it.

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Anyway, today I had a conversation with.. Okay, I'm lying, I sat around all day.

But I was thinking about how spending money's not all that it is cracked up to be. You think you're excited for something and you get it, and it's over. Instant gratification will get you nowhere. In my humble opinion, at least.

I don't know how this glowing box keeps me so amused. I need to get back into the habit of seeing friends every day, which I didn't fall out of until.. This week, I suppose.

Normally I would write about my feelings or something as equally depressing/uninteresting/cliche, but I'm feeling different tonight.

Maybe all those people who try to devote their lives to saving the earth are hypocrites. Maybe we're already too fucked to do anything more, and all we can do is sit back and watch everything we know implode. If the sky opened up, there would only be ourselves and our memories.

I wish it would. I have a lot to think about.

breathe.

To be perfectly honest, I have nothing to report. Not a spark of inspiration is coursing through my veins.

I just needed to update, because it's (luckily) becoming my nightly ritual again.

I'm sick of people who whine about how bad their lives are. Bragging about your eating disorders and other such malfunctions will not earn you respect. So go fuck yourself.

Tomorrow, I get to see your smile again.

It has been sorely missed.

And tomorrow, I will be able to kiss your smile again. And you are so cute and you are so sure. It's funny to me, how quickly a dependency can develop.

You had me at hello.

Romance.

Typical for movies.

Impossible for real life.

Why does nothing work out unless a Hollywood producer decided to make it his own?

Out of line.

In case you were wondering, the title's irrelevant.

I'm sorry I have been neglecting you, dearest blogger, but I've been busy and I know that's no excuse. So, yeah, let the cars keep swerving, let the songs keep skipping, I'm back for good.

I'll elaborate, I promise.

Two more sleeps until Gabe is home.

AWKWARD

awkward awkward awkward, if you say it enough it just becomes a noise

I don't know why I am telling you this, it's irrelevant to almost everything

I am happy though and irrelevance is irrelevant

Even if that's dumb and wannabe clever

so is everything I say