the universe just vanished out of sight

try writing his name in the search bar. but the cartoon yellow dog wearing a red collar around his neck can't seem to find. advanced options lets you decide whether he's a document, file or folder. video or music. when was he modified? what size is he? which drive is he located in?

i don't even know who i'm talking about anymore.

i want to go back to Snow Patrol. i listen to their music and i stand on the ground amidst the sweaty people in the dark and i wanna be. so loud and so much going on you can't think of anything else but the amazing music, the way he put his hands in the air and how he was above all else and the light was shining down on him and him only. you could see the shadows of his hands.
damn.

"it's hard to argue when you won't stop making sense and my tongue still misbehaves and it keeps digging my own grave." reminds me of me.

damn. why didn't i enjoy it even more. when you look back on a moment you always think there was more you could have done to enjoy yourself. like, One Hundred Things You Should Have Done In Bed.

maybe it's the beer i'm drinking, or that i stopped overthinking.

bite your lip & fingers no more.

the world seems so small it could fit in our front hall. BLAHH i am bored. i've been writing my outline for my Macbeth essay too. it's pretty good. it should be easy, Macbeth is just so fucked up in the head that it's easy to manipulate everything he did to the unknown keyword.
my mom helps me cram for my tests, and she gets mad at me sometimes and says "i just wish you did all this earlier. you really don't know what you're missing. we're going through the bare minimum right now, and it really makes me upset that you're missing out on everything there is to learn about every single line and what Shakespeare meant by it."
my mom's hardcore. and it does make me sad. maybe i'll read it again in the future and ask her to go into the greatest depth the world has ever known.

i watched some of Running With Scissors last night. i was laying on my brother's bed, neatly under the blanket. flat like wood on wood and then my legs. i felt immobile, that if i moved it wouldn't be neat any longer. i slept in his room last night. i was so sleepy, i couldn't finish watching the movie. i plan to watch it tonight. sometimes i sit there and imagine the presence of someone else i enjoy the presence of. so i'm not there by myself. just being lazy, no talking, just watching and soaking up of the movie's elements. i love movies. but doesnt everyone? maybe not like i do.

sometimes i throw myself over the back of my chair, cracking my back. i stare sat my ceiling and my ceiling lamp with everything else out of view and i 'm always scared i'll tip the chair over and crack my head open.

"i want something that is purer than the water