If there was a way to navigate your seas.

THEIR BEAUTIFUL SETLIST:

Mae

The '59 Sound

The Diamond Church Street Choir

Handwritten

Here Comes My Man

Miles Davis and the Cool

Desire

Biloxi Parish

Angry Johnny and the Radio (Snippet of "Blood Bank" by Bon Iver)

45

Halloween (Live Debut)

Film Noir

State of Love and Trust (Pearl Jam cover)

The Patient Ferris Wheel

Too Much Blood

The Queen of Lower Chelsea

Here's Looking at You, Kid

Howl

Great Expectations

Encore:

She Loves You

Mulholland Drive

American Slang

Keepsake

1930

Blue Dahlia

The Backseat (Snippet of "Just Like Heaven" by The Cure)

Lord Knows.

I think I'm calming down about alejandr0

and I'm glad for it.
BUT ANOTHER THING IS DRIVING ME NUTS,

SCHOOL AKA THE FINAL CIRCLE OF HELL
WHERE SATAN SITS FROZEN UP TO HIS DICK
IN ICE, I LEARNED THIS
DURING DANTE'S INFERNO IN LIT CLASS.

So much shit to be done in 2+ weeks.

But then it's LATER PEASANTS,

hitting up the harry potter theme park in orlando,

then back to T farm for christmas + seeing

THE STARTING LINE,

then up to NYC biatch, for New Year's with bb QX,

and possibly to NJ to hang out with Jen 干

then possibly to Montreal to see this stupid kid

with the stupid face

that I stupidly like ughhhh.

SO MANY CAPS.

ARGHHHH

FUCK THE COLD.

FUCK THE COLD.

I got a super sweet LL Bean peacoat for $30 yesterday though,

and it usually retails for like 200.

Baby, you know the rest.

Yeaaaow I'm freezing and I didn't dare turn off
one of the lamps downstairs cause I saw
a piece of paper on my grandma's front door

and maybe it's a note from a serial killer saying

that they're going to kill me once I go to bed

and I'd rather not know.

I have done NO work this thanksgiving break.
I am gonna be dying slowly and painfully

the next three weeks.

 LOOK AT THIS.
WINTER IS HERE BITCHES AND THERE
IS NOWHERE TO HIDE EXCEPT IN
YOUR BED, CRYING.

I'm seeing gaslight on monday and all my dreams

are coming true.

Even cowgirls get the blues.

wow you guys I think I'll be gaining even more

weight than last year because of the amount

of shit I'm consuming + the crazy drinking that

I'm doing,
especially since it's thanksgiving week
and then three weeks later it's winter break
plus IT'S FUCKING FREEZING OUTSIDE,
YOU CRAZY KIDS, WHY ARE YOU JOGGING IN SHORTS
 but anyway

it's just weight.

Gaining weight/fat/flab is not a

personal failing ya'll,

don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Your body is a body that serves you well.

You are healthy and strong

so fuck all that noise.

Never waking up, but barely asleep.

It's my job to keep up this melancholy,
longing for something
that never established itself to be
anything other than
a warm body some nights
and sporadic hellos.

First comes the cold and then the sleet and the snow
and night takes over the light-times
and sadness is normalcy,
anything else is a surprising variation.

The end is nowhere in sight.

I know you'll take me in when I cave and ask,
and then we'll volley so violently
from heady nights of too much tequila and cider,
of skin on skin and lips on lips
and little sleep,
back to the biting feeling
of never being needed back.

Baby, it's cold outside.

Jen and I went to the sushi buffet at yamato

and it was so much more enjoyable this time

cause I wasn't on the verge of puking/hiding

leftover sushi in my pockets to throw out later.

Just looking at this picture makes me wanna cry,

it is so glorious.

Why the fuck is it snowing already guys.

 I forgot to tell ya'll that I'm a satanist now~

You don't have to be alone at all.

Wow, I really need to calm the fuck down cause

the dude showed.

HE SHOWED YA'LL.

Yeah, I was so disbelieving too.

But now I'm kind of flung back into this weird,

what is this, what do I do mode.

He also drove when there was a

freaking hurricane warning.

We saw Henry Rollins and ate whole pints of ice cream

while walking around after the hurricane

and ate Chinese food.
It's the weirdest feeling of contentment waking up

next to Alejandro.
Pity I won't see him for a few more months, again.

Saturday nights are for drinking rum and feeling sad

and I guess that's okay.

The problem is that I always wait til Sunday

to do real things and I get STRESSED as fuck.
Did nothing except attempt to play night

quidditch and TV party with Brett.

Baby it's cold outside.