red is the rose

don't be afraid to talk to strangers. especially if you really need a pencil!(example, now)-holy crap, i just scored a pencil!

if beirut needs another member, they can phone me anytime at 563-495-xxxx (privacy purposes). any time. i play the horn. it's french.

peeing is annoying. why is there consequences for liking water so much? unjust, i say.

life's subtlest of surprises can excite me way too much sometimes, but i think it's better to be content with the monotony than to always be wanting something, always awaiting something, almost to the point where you're hardly living at all because you're so fixated on what's next. chill.

beautiful music makes me want to cry. it makes me want to go crazy and tell and show everybody, while walking downtown with my ipod, that what i just listened to was fucking amazing god dammit!

i hope i'm weird. the weird people in this world keep me entertained and make me laugh very hard. in that case, i hope i'm really weird.

yuck-orange skin. unless...are you auditioning to be an oompa loompa?


and with that. i tip my hat to you and say...happy saint patricks day.
i have a brother, patrick. and a dad, pat. anyways, so when my brother was little and use to go to a babysitters, the other children grew very jealous of him. he had an entire day dedicated to him, and it wasn't even his birthday! and so everybody got a day for their own. true story.
i'm going to recommend the movie, once. bravo bravo!
goodnight all