high fidelity and hot chocolate

Spending the afternoon getting to know my iTunes library without falling asleep. I hope all goes well and I actually finish making a mix tonight.

update

So I had a massive headache the whole day yesterday and this morning when I woke up. I have never felt such pain in my head like I did. It was like someone was pounding on it mercilessly. Anyway, grades are being posted tonight and holy shit, I got an A+ for my Intro to Sociology class which is absolutely ridiculous since I practically slept through every meeting. But hey, I’m not complaining. All I have left are personal effectiveness and community service. I do hope I cut for first honor dean’s list once again because I’m positive that once the first term of my second year starts, I won’t make dean’s list again. 

So… I threw away the rest of the sticks.

Is it possible to get depressed or feel sad just from smoking?¿ Like, what the fuck is happening to me.

I actually walked four blocks just to get four sticks of ciggies… so that’s one stick as a “reward” for each block.

I’m actually regretting that decision right now becauseI’m dizzy as fuck. But hey, at least I didn’t have a coughing fit. First day of having the house to myself and I’ve already bummed out. Hopefully the pillows and carpet don’t smell like smoke which reminds me that I probably need to buy a freshener. 

I really have to wait until it’s dark and crank open my bedroom window to smoke… never smoke in the living room again. There’s a freaking baby next door… it’s bad for health right?? 

I don’t even know anymore. I’m acting as if I’m smoking weed. But I’m not. (Smoking weed is way better than cigarettes.)

Takin’ it slow. 

Late Night Concert Reminiscence

Times like these

I wish I could pause,

To stay suspended

In space,

In that moment.

Bass pumping

Reverberating to our bones.

Sweaty bodies,

Flush against one another

Arms up 

In the air

To catch the sweet notes

And melodies that

Flow from the instruments

Lips mouthing 

The words to nostalgic songs.

Lights flash

Trained on the band

Leaving the crowd

In euphoric darkness.

The singer’s melodious voice

Is matched with the crowd’s 

Thunderous ones

A collective,

A conglomeration

Of voices

Melted into one,

Singing back the words

Written on a cold autumn evening.

Arms extended

Fingers reaching out

To touch the guitarists or singer

Fans like sinners

Seeking refuge in the euphoric haze

And seeing angels

For the first time

Reading hiatus for On the Road and reread time for The Fault in Our Stars. 

Summer has began and there’s just so much to do. There’s so much that I want to do. But staying at home and laying out a sleeping bag in the living room is the way to go. Adding pizza, doughnuts and newly downloaded films to the mix and I’m all set for the summer.

(I’ve actually finished my classes and sat my exams last Tuesday and I’ve been on a reading and watching binge since… I’ve only got around to updating this now)

“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”
— Unknown (via tellmefive)

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