Bloody

Bloody awkward sitting in the car.

Bloody irony.

Bloody not being careful what one wishes for. 

Bloody fuck up.

MY BLOODY VALENTINE IN 3D

Bloody bad decision.

I'm wrong for others. Just how it is. Won't be that way for infinity, one can hope. I can hope. 

Or maybe I am right, from the other view. Then I'll feel like a selfish pig. I will be a selfish pig.

As I was explaining myself last night, I opened my own eyes. This is why. And it's true. My life isn't melodramatic in the least. I just learned to forget. Now I can't stop remembering.

MY BLOODY VALENTINE IN 3D. Most comedic movie of the year. There's nothing quite like having a bloody jaw from some poor chap thrown in your face. But it was impossible not to laugh; we could not contain ourselves. How could a naked chick screaming "fuck you" to a masked miner with a pickaxe not make you laugh?

Got my hairs cut way too short. Now my head looks like a bulb fitted onto a chubby lamp post. But I had a nice chat with the lady who cuts my hair, so I suppose having it cut short was worth the few extra minutes of conversation it bought.

Tomorrow:

-school, except better.

-write

-more music