Never Cease Scheming.

I’m tired.

And slowly becoming broke. Luckily, Sean owes me just at 200$ and I get paid this week. Yay. 

Also more weed.

Also also, Red Star Bar this Friday to see the Widowers and Matt. 

Yaaaaaaay Matt. 


So I went To Sociology for No reason.

Damn. 

But I might as well blog and look like I’m typing something worthwhile. 

Well, today is Valentine’s Day. I usually despise this holiday, but with age, I become more and more indifferent to it. Kind of bums me out that I don’t have the passionate rage I used to have about it. 

On an unrelated note, I love having big, blue, poofy hair. I also wasted 3 hours going to a concert that I didn’t have to go to instead of talking to the guy I like. Regardless, I got in free, so I can’t exactly bitch. There are perks of being friends with band guys-they save you money and are pretty fun to be around, a la Matt Sigur. He’s a hilarious drunk and a good singer, which is kind of strange. Much like Claudio Sanchez, he looks NOTHING like he sounds. Nor does he talks like he sounds. With Cohen Hartman, he has these little things that give away his singing voice, like his laugh, yawns, and sighs. They’re fucking musical. Matt does nothing of the sort. When he sings, it’s hard to relate that it’s him. But he’s awesome regardless, and REALLY attractive for a bigger guy. I have a husky crush on Matt Sigur. Hahaha.

Love: (verb, noun) luh-of

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