cold blue ice.

okay, straight up?
last night was fucking epic; despite the fact I don't remember all of it.


"paige, can I have my lighter?"
"HOW MANY SMOKES HAVE I GIVEN YOU MEGAN!!!"



mmm, sloppy Paige is a better Paige.

ps. busted stuff reminds me of ditching class and playing outside with you.

the pink door.

I need a new beginning.
I need a new haircut.
I need a new addiction.
I need a new yoga membership.
I need a new home.


I need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

I spent all of today in doors; this has been a first all week.
my mood changes with the weather; it's kind of nice actually,
I think I'm going to move to Mexico; learn some Spanish and claim citizenship.

Well, look at me! think any one is going to question the one eighteenth!?

"love is a poor mans food, don't prophesize."

PS!

this girl is golden.
ORLANDO!!!!!

don't die in Europe k?

three to midnight.

how amazing are you!?
pretty fucking amazing.

um, it's to bad we can NEVER be together.

ever.


"Paige, do you have glass in your foot?"
"no...."
"LIAR! YOU'RE LIMPING!"
"whatever man, it will come and go as it pleases!"
"you'll get an infection!"
"no I won't"
"give me your foot"
"NO! they're gross! stop it! seriously! it's fine!"
"PAIGE. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!"
Frisbee, wellington, movies, smokes, organizing, laundry and great conversation.
"this gossip needs a smoke"
fuck yeah man; I love you.



Ray lamontange - I could hold you in my arms: SO GOOD. get on it.


Beach tomorrow with my female crush and nipple shouting friend: oh; it's gonna be good.
Versace is going to make a serious appearance. "I'm going to fast, wait... no, this is normal."

GAH!

SO SO SO SO GOOD!!!!

so I just realized today that school is in just over two months.
Which means two months have already by... wtf!?

oh, tonight was kind of awesome as well.
not a lot of people get as excited as you do over their "kicks".

fatherandson.

Today, I witnessed something really genuine.
a boy, a dad and a kite.
He was five years old; dad was a hero.

I wish I still got that excited over a kite.

oh OH! domino....

Wow.
I don't care that everyone who saw the show last night has blogged about it: EPIC.

this summer's bucket list is growing, along with quickly being accomplished.
beach with babes.
coldplay
GLENN
dustin + beer + telling the singer of snow patrol their new album sucks = more beer.(wtf man!?)
morning lovin'
endless amounts of beer
sun sun sun


up next:
jazz fest
folk fest
europe
GLENN in europe
beer with Alexa in Ireland.


I have my first shift at the Fyxx today; I'm a little bit nervous, my coffee making skills are lacking. But hopefully I'll meet some good people! local coffee shops=good people, right?

Also, I was actually afraid for something I shouldn't have been afraid of; thanks gags. I didn't think it was possible, but you've jumped a solid couple of notches in my books.

micheal franti is in the air, steam from today's sun on my skin and a pretty girl with an angry face shouting at a piece of paper.


awesome.

ps. "this has homosexuality written all over it!!!!" lol.

um?

"Is it bad I'm having a beer before noon?"
"Get me one too...."


typical Sunday afternoon.....




rudd rudd rudd!!!

How was today so fantastic?
-the titty flick.
-sluuuuuut!
-"do you guys have cords!?"
-dancing with three lovers.
-white hat.
-the lava lamp.

short story

So what started as a typical Thursday did not quite end that way. What started as something that was not being accomplished ended with burning legs.

This afternoon I treated myself in sleeping in late and then laying around until I had to go to work(this is something I indulge in quite frequently actually,). I worked, where I witnessed a man waddle with his tail in between his legs behind his girlfriend; nothing spectacular otherwise happened. Work ended and I managed to scrounge up an idea that turned a typical Thursday night into something completely unexpected!

"Hey, you wanna grab a Latte and go for a late night stroll?"
"Yeah! I'm down."

Part I: The plan.
I picked her up and met the family. "We're just going for coffee mom!" she yells as we shuffle out the front door. We hop into the worn down hatchback and get moving. Stop one, coffee. Stop two, cigarettes. Stop three, Wellington... oh, no, Osbourne. Stop four, Wellington.

Part II: The late night stroll.
We ended up in Wellington to gaze and awe all the beautiful homes that were located there. Our conversations were epic, so epic in fact, that it saved our lives. We stumbled around with our cold coffees chatting and imagining what families lived like in our favorite homes. I can only imagine what people were thinking as they laid in bed and suddenly they hear squealing and giggling outside. Two girls smoking and pointing at "the red door" and "the "make a house look epic" lights" and "the cute porch" and "oh my god, it's made of stone!". My god, we must have seemed nuts. Long after we had reached a fork in the road, we had decided it was getting late and we had walked really far. It was time to head back.

Part III: Where the fuck is my car?
We're seriously lost. We walked down every direction that look familiar.
"I vaguely remember that house."
"No, cause we came from that direction which means it has to be this way"
"Every house looks the same at this point."
"I know..."

Walking up one street, then back down, freaking out but trying to remain calm. It's almost one in the morning, NO ONE IS OUT. After many, many failed attempts at what we thought was "the right way" we went back to what we knew we had passed; The multicolored Christmas lights. Standing there, trying to picture what direction we came from, we finally settled on the direction we hadn't gone down, (process of elimination is great!).

Part 4: Eureka.
"Oh hey I remember that house cause' remember I was like "oh hey! It's made of stone!""
"YEAH YEAH YEAH!"

We were on the right track. We passed by the deserted cup. We were both relieved. We finally made it back in one piece.

My legs are twitching from the panic induced power walk. But! Midnight adventure is now crossed off my bucket list and I made up for the six double chocolate chip cookies I ate at work.

THE END.

strungout.

I sat down in my car today for a solid 45 minutes just filing through the thoughts that repeatedly passed through my head. It didn't help that I could still taste it's causing venom in my mouth.
Damn you.

Who am I kidding; I'm totally addicted. Angry and frustrated I spun the volume dial to the left. Ah, that's much better. Wrong.
Why do I do this to myself? I cherish every person that is involved in my life right now; no questions asked. I need to stop being such a pre-madonna. Things are so much more interesting when they give you hell. Most people claim they would to anything to feel content/happy, I think it's the opposite. Most people want to feel sorry for themselves; self pity gives them a reason to have attention focused towards them:

Oh! look at me! I'm a hollywood mess!

yeah, yeah. we get it.

On the bright side: I had a rather fulfilling afternoon, thanks.

you've got some serious definition;

Arrogance [ ar-uh-guh ns ] :
–noun offensive display of superiority or self-importance; overbearing pride.

"hi. I'm a conceited prick. let me shine you down."




I don't know who these people are; but I'm attracted to them.





ps. got myself another job today :)

riddle me that:

Careful now, you've crushed some eggshells during your early evening stroll. But it's okay, because they were superstore brand; overrated and cheap. Keep the wallets thick and the dignity high my friends! Why is it so cold? I don't have a good feeling about this. It won't be hippy dresses and cute shorts this summer, it's going to be well.. fuck; winter apparel; lame lame lame lame. My gums hurt, but that's to be expected. not that you should care, but I thought I should express what an uncomfortable necessity society has brought to our attention. There goes my wisdom!! (hardyharhar!) crème glacé et tu tiens ma main: c'est une nouvelle èpoque? ben, je ne suis pas près; point finale. curses. I'm debating quitting this thing. I have nothing to really offer to the public except previews of my latest gossip.

eh, on second thought...