...to Amanda Palmer. It's 1.37am. MCR posted a bulletin. It only shows four masks. It says the Day of the Dead & Bundles are 30% off. Am I crazy, or did they not run out of masks months ago? It's 1.42 and I've had my glasses off. sleep sleep sleep Mike's yearbook write up is "Trapped in yearbook factory. Please send help." I cannot express how I feel about that- it is so perfectly Mike.

...it needs to be let out." Then we went for a walk by the river and - guess what! - it just made me homesick. And then I fucked up the topping for apple crisp. Added double the amount of butter needed and instead of a crumble I ended up with a batter. But the 6teen Halloween special was on tonight. I had four days to do homework and I didn't touch a single pen. what if what if what if      

... Must bring tissues. Does anyboy on my f-list watch CSI ?  Am I the only one who was sitting on my couch after last week's episode trying to not gag/asking "what the fucking hell?" What was the point of having them be in a relationship and not mother/son?  Why did he push her eyes in?  Like, what the fuck, I really did not like that case, but the hypnotist was really cool. My comedies are on tonight...

...leave home and have the ~real post-secondary experience~ with dorm or something. Then I won't have to be home by a certain hour or be really really quiet when I get home and if I do stay out, make sure it's not too late because I have a bus to catch or I'll need a ride that isn't completley drunk. I also keep thinking once you're out of Pitt, you'll get a goddamn music scene . But then I remember that...

...to round up the Decaydance boys and give them all grammar lessons. I got a headache trying to read Gabe's Twitters today. Shine's like, peer pressuring me into asking out Jake. :p it's very entertaining. Nikki also decided it would be a good idea to take a video of me today, which, ha ha ha, no. I'm so fucked up about my weight. I think I'm this whale thing, but I'm told I have a good body or whatever...

...all my spelling mistakes as typing mistakes.  I hate admitting things.  I think that's a huge part of it.  I broke a pair of Lisa's Ken sunglasses when I was, like, twelve, and I hid them because I didn't want to say anything.  I've tried to change what I don't say.  What I do and don't express.  It takes more confidence than expected. Sorry this makes no sense.  Sorry for two posts in one night...

THE "HEY, YOU SHOULD BE FRIENDS WITH____!" MEME. MY THREAD HERE! I don't really expect many replies, but I'm bored or something. (dear Amita: it's not called boredom, it's called YOU'RE BEING LAME GO DO YOUR EFFING ENGLISH) I've had like, three bouts of dizzyness in the last two days.

...wearing flip-flops I want to stomp on their toes.  Remind me that it's okay to not find Vicky-T particularily attractive, because what it all boils down to are the bands and the poems they put to music. Ugh.  At least I had what, four days off from this mood?  It was nice while it lasted.  I blame my body, it's being fucked. Also, I think I might be falling in love with Americana.  Gimme more.

...needed that so much, thank you dying2bfoundout  . Oh, also, I'm a horrible person, y/n?  remember the Dresden Dolls/Murder by Death collab I was talking about?  Well, I went to post about it at dresdendolls  , but stopped halfway through because I realised that it's a limited release and I didn't want all the Dolls fans snatching it up.  I kinda feel really bad for that mentallity...

...to stop putting words into other people's mouths and remember I don't know them half as well as I like to think I do.  I have to shut the fuck up and smile and nod.  I need to stop feeling like I need to shake it all out of me.  I need to not let this get to me.  I need to see my sisters.  I need, want, need, want.  High school needs to end.  P-S needs to not happen.  Need, want, need, want.