longblackbangs

So yeah, tommorow after my Psychology final I'm going hiking and camping at Point Reyes National Seashore with a couple friends for my Environmental Studies class. I'm getting college credit for going to the fucking ocean. I can't complain. And for once I'm not the one stuck driving. Plus, I once again have my weekends back to myself where I don't have to pick up trash on the side of some godforsaken highway on the outskirts of Fastfoodgasstationville County.
End of another boring entry in a dying journal...I don't have so many interesting things to say when it isn't all tragic and junk.

and sometimes when you're on you're really fucking on,
and your friends they sing along and they love you.
but the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap
and it teases you for weeks in it's absence...