"I wanna scream without the attention, I wanna cry without the sound. And overall, I just wanna kick some ass." -Carrie Jones
I have a brand new fresh notebook. 120 pages. Green. College ruled. But I fail at writing. Normally it helps. Normally it keeps me sane. I usually fill the pages with no problem. But the words won't come. The first page I wrote Josh's full name. The second page says "lalalalala, zombies! ohnoesss! O:" I'm not making much progress. Maybe that's why I'm so insane. No way to get anything out.
September 9= Vampire Diaries. <3
I listen to Demi Lovato way too much lately. I should type up my senior project proposal. It's sort of sitting there written with dried orange soda spilled on it.
Why is Emily singing in Hawaiian so soothing? My room is a mess. I want to clean it. But I have no motivation. I don't wanna go to work.
I keep dreaming about zombies...
"CJ and I were talking and if there's a zombie apocalypse, we're coming to Burger King. Why? Because we've got food and shelter and there's booze, ammo and cigarettes at two places across the street. We just have to figure out how to get there." -Lee
"I'm thinking a zipline from our roof. I'd just sit on that roof all day shooting zombies." -CJ
"What if you run out of ammo?" -Lee
"We either go across the street or we use the ninja sword we have here." -CJ
"We have a ninja sword?" -Me
"You've never seen it? I'd love to just run around slashing those zombies! Tanner, you're going to provide the weed." -CJ
"I'm not providing anything! We'll ask Mike. He has weed." -Tanner
"What if he's a zombie?" -Me
"Then we kill him and take his weed." -Tanner
As Carrie would say, RUP.
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