My arms and my eyes are working at its limits. Tired, hungry, and unhappy.

I’ve had more than enough of Syracuse.

it’s strange how people are connected to each other. boggled. six degrees of separation?

updated concert showlist

may 12- White Rose Movement, Five O’Clock Heroes, Foreign Islands – Bowery Ballroom $13

may 17- Elefant, Sound Team – Webster Hall $18

may 20- The Subways, Rock Kills Kid – Webster Hall $16

is there a point to making a pretty picture? especially if there’s no “meaning” behind it?

yo quiero un MacBook Pro.

i’m procrastinating.

i secretly love how i make people feel uncomfortable.. and some moments where my actions make me feel completely ridiculous and embarrassed.

the range of personalities or ‘attributes’ are so wide. one minute i’m selfish as a spoiled youngest child should be and one minute i can actually care and make sure everyone is happy. it’s easy to turn on and off emotions when you’re around people who never get to experience the real you, ’cause if the real you emerges, it sure might scare them off. the paradox of it being easy yet being hard. ’cause why cant you just be you all the time? what is there to be ashamed of or embarrassed about?

i struggle with the “can’t's” constantly but secretly pretend i can.
maybe that’s the secret to self-love. or it could just be that i pretend so much, i don’t know what’s the truth anymore.

i’m glad i’m alive but certainly tired from it all. it’s hard to put on that smile.

i have something to do mondays and thursdays 11-5:30 starting may 15th. yay, free stuff. now i want my other days to be doing something else somewhere else. vague enough?

i can’t wait. i cant wait. i cant wait. i cant wait. i cant wait i cant wait i cant wait i cant wait i cant wait