at the astronomy center in downtown toronto. the first speaker is about to start. the best part of the tour occurs after its dark.
April 2011
my bedroom “door” is now a bedroom blanket. I can do this.
what the actual fuck. I come home and find the door to my bedroom has been removed. “You will not have a door for a week,” my dad says. I have no fucking idea what I did to receive this treatment. Now i’m just in a fucking bad mood…
almost finished with arrested development season 2 D:
malfoy needs his black suit back
euuuh. sometimes I forget how to relax and be calm. i think school is having its toll on me.
so glad friday is almost here. i’m dead. maybe i will finally get my new bike :0
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Roger Ebert sent me.
Had a wonderful encounter with the squirrels at the park today. they were so friendly
School’s over. Peace, later on!
“It’s a poor boy sanditch, with lots of mayo, whatever that is. I’d want a sauce that didn’t look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.”
—Roland to Eddie, Dark Tower VII (via fuckyeahdarktower)
took forever to install google chrome on the school’s computer
beat connection. Finding myself unable to fall asleep.
fucking raccoon ambushed me outside!
