If I stay awake tonight I'll gain much more than growing old.

MY
EYES
ARE
GLUED
OPEN
I'M
RAMBLING
TO
CODY
ABOUT
WIKIPEDIA
I'M
LISTENING
TO
COMEBACK
KID
ON
REPEAT
ALL
IN
A
YEAR
HAS
THE
BEST
BREAKDOWN
NORTH
OF
BOSTON
AND
LA


I just want to find more people who get as amped as Cody and I do about good tunes. Hardcore lives on at 3:45 AM, suckaaaas. I love insomnia. I've missed it. I'm going to stay up more often. I guess that means no movies for me, heehehahahhooohooooo. I love Ames, I don't love Des Moines. Des Moines is a pile of crap I drive through to get to Ames. I love kids from Boone County apparently. Yay. I'm really tired of school. It is not cool. I just want to get out of herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre. Go to Ames. Save gas. Learn something useful. Sick of high school. Sick of learning crap I could just read about on Wikipedia. So sick of people with crappy music taste. I'm sorry, normally I try to be diplomatic. Dave Matthews likes dong. Yes, dong. OAR? MORE LIKE NO-AR. Boys Like Girls? Lol get me a gr8 escape away from Crappymusicville, population 10000000. Get educated n00bs. You people need to understand subcultures. Hardline Manifesto Get pure!

Look, this is my best friend. He is from Ceremony.



He's tough as nails and has an Out Of Step tattoo. BFFS!!!!!! NO WAI ROSS. I AM OUT OF STEP TOO. CAN YOU NOT KEEP UP? ME TOO.

Ceremony pwns your acoustic crap so hard.
Except Bright Eyes. Conor Oberst I love you.

ITS 4 AM. I WILL NEVER SLEEP. WAHAHA.

My pen is the barrel of the gun.

There are very few things that mean as much to me as writing does. I have so many struggles with it. But it all comes down to my burning passion for writing. I love writing, cutesy love letters, pissed off rants, persuasive speeches, you name it. I have a 4000+ word paper due at the end of December and I'm killing myself over it. I'm seriously having such a hard time because I know I'm going to kill myself if it isn't perfect. Twenty+ pages, and I will make it shine. My topic: genocide in East Africa. That alone is getting me down. I don't sleep, between stressing about solutions, and stressing about homework. I want to go to Africa again. I just want to make a difference, and this paper is pulling at my emotions so hard already. I'm reading a book about a guy's experience in Darfur. The preface alone made me want to cry. He met a woman who's sister had died in the rebel war, and she had her niece and nephew. The one year old had a bullet wound in her back, and although the author gave the paramedics her name specifically, his one regret to this day is not taking that little girl with him. I really wish I didn't take English classes and writing so seriously all the time.

The way we dress disturbs them all

So I was talking to a friend last night. We were reminiscing about our childhood, specifically Peanuts. We were discussing who we liked most and who we were most like.

After serious contemplation, I am...............



LUCY!!
Lucy Van Pelt works hard at being bossy, crabby and selfish. She is loud and yells a lot. Her smiles and motives are rarely pure. She's a know-it-all who dispenses advice whether you want it or not--and for Charlie Brown, there's a charge. She's a fussbudget, in the true sense of the word. She's a real grouch, with only one or two soft spots, and both of them may be Schroeder, who prefers Beethoven. As she sees it, hers is the only way. The absence of logic in her arguments holds a kind of shining lunacy. When it comes to compliments, Lucy only likes receiving them. If she's paying one--or even smiling--she's probably up to something devious.
I highlighted the things that apply, if anything else applies, I probably just don't want to admit it!
As much as I don't want to relate to Lucy, I really do. I mean, I upload a new picture on the space, and I'm almost in that exact pose
Ridiculous!