May 11

everyone remember when I HEARTed Jack Kerouac?

Psssh.. sleep is silly.

The weather was insano today! Walking to union after work has to be one of the more pleasent experience as of late. Tommorow is full of rocking out and roller blading with Michelle. Well, she'll rock out I'll fumble on my gui-tar through lame girly songs.

When the weather is at it's nicest I sleep alot more during the day. Big backyard + sunshine = springtime naps!

Amother sign of spring? STREET HOCKEY WITH KIDS. I think myself and a few of the guys my age are starting to crack under the pressure of living with their parents as we raid children's street hockey games and insist on playing.

WHO WANTS TO GET DESTROYED TOMMOROW NIGHT?? wait.. that was very unlike me... I take that last comment back, I think I was channelling a frat party in my sleepyness... and the fact that my WALLOWFEST from earlier is fading away and I feel less wallowful already.

What I should of yelled was "Who wants to have a picnic tommorow night???"

PS: This made me go BWAHAHA:

You're the Tortured Intellectual!
Take What sort of Hipster are you? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.

You're sensitive, you're emotional, and you wonder why everyone else in the world exists on a different plane. You cannot eat, breathe, or sleep without analyzing each action to death. You're usually sombre, depressed, lethargic, but you can be nearly glad from time to time. You wear whatever you can find on your cluttered bedroom floor. You carry books, notepads, reading glasses with you wherever you go. You have friends, but only a few who truly get where you're coming from. You frequent coffee shops, libraries, and the less crowded bars. You're obsessed with past people, past ideas, past lives. You wish you could die and be reborn as Jack Kerouac.

brokentrain at 3:58 a.m.

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