always gives me chills

this week's going to be awesome.

Sunday: work 9-3, nap, GSD with Cat.
Monday: studying for my Info361 test
Tuesday: test, Thursday in DC with Travis/Cait/Nate
Wednesday: studying for my Fire311 test/Info364 quiz.
Thursday: test/quiz, driving to Deep Creek.
Friday: errands in Creek, hockey game with father, driving back to Creek.
Saturday: open 8-3, monster trucks.

valentines day

couldn't have been more wonderful

today was entirely too long

i didn't sleep worth of shit last night, woke up and worked 8-3. drove to chesapeake to tend to some business and get a haircut from sister allyse. came back in time to attend colleen and sam's birthday party, chilled hard. tomorrow promises to be a long day as well 9-530, however i know it'll be a rad evening and i don't have shit to do monday so we'll see how it all pans out.

first gym trip in forever

hot damn i feel amazing.

what this means

I'm held hostage by my own greedy hands. Caught between my goals and dreams and what the cost of living demands. I'll kick. I'll scream. Fight till my dying day. To stay true to me and raise my finger to the adult way. Cause I don't ever want to let my life be run by the things I buy. I want to live for these songs, this smile. Till the day I fucking die. Go. I have a song and it has a meaning. I have a dream and it's just beginning. The people on this stage. The people in the crowd. The reasons behind our voices screaming this loud. Like the blazing sun on a winter's day. The treasure in the tomb of this city called decay. These words give me purpose. This song breathes my life. This is my reason. This is my life. And now I'm sick and now I'm tired of all the shit that comes with growing up. So I'll plant my feet right here. Hearts bound to this hardcore sound. Standing on the edge of the rest of our lives. We were eighteen once before we all died. We were eighteen once with a reason to live. We were reading and writing and dying to give. Changing ourselves and changing the world. Waking up so we could love a girl. Or sing along to the words in a song. Or pen the lyrics to a love gone wrong. We were eighteen once with a reason to live. Vowing never in our lives to turn our backs on this. This won't die.

packers won

sweet deal.

best super bowl commercial, hands down