i am transferring this blog to

flytrapsmile.tumblr.com

in an attempt to 'organize'

internet life

because moving files

is so much more simple than

sorting through

tangible possessions

i wonder how many times the line
“start her on dialysis for the kidney failure”
has been used on House
probably just as much as the line
“maybe its sarcoidosis”

--someone on tumblr

a year in review

the internet, movie parties, anticipating august, green day, post concert depression, real depression, real parties, indie music, indie films, flannel, fingerless gloves, sushi, tumblr, the green day community, staying up late, sleeping in, chuck palahniuk books, shenanigans, psychology, chapstick, quentin tarantino, saturday night live, yearbook, creepers, striped socks, skinny jeans, texting, vodka, missing phone calls, bad fan fiction, matt skiba, yelling, crying, laughing, reading, spending money i didn’t have, movie theaters, collages, magazines, scissors, sharpies, tattoo ideas, gauged earrings, college stress, hopelessness, headphones, memory cards, the beatles, happiness boxes, confetti, guitar picks, crappy beer, necklaces, orange juice, letters, envelopes, textbooks, petty theft, security guards, movie sets, chai tea, notebooks and journals, poems, blogs, buttons, wallets, passports, helvetica, photoshop, blunts, blankets, incense, candles, jealousy, body jewelry, losing things, finding things, dreaming, paint, markers, gatorade, candy, scotch tape, 45 adapters, heart handgrenades, masks, senior pride, lack of school spirit, green and gold, hula hoops, sweet revenge, disappointment, alkaline trio, the inferno, scanned ‘zines, exisential crises, mugs, the office, sidewalk chalk, arrested development, skipping class, bad grades, good grades, loose change, dead batteries, neckties, hookah, thunderstorms, eyeliner, blood on the pavement, candlewax, hoodies, humidity, the brooklyn bridge, the statue of liberty, waiting in lines, walking long distances, breakdowns, breakups, break-ins, crappy chinese food, amazing chinese food, lucha dors, mushrooms, bad movies, great movies, television, haircuts, good ideas, bad ideas, shrek, deodorant, coffee, last.fm, slenderman, dexter, lost, rumors, lessons, lyrics, etc.

we did a guided write in Humanities about waking up somewhere in your house and seeing an object that triggered a memory and this is the last part of what I wrote. thought I'd post it because it's about Jordan for some reason

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I remember sitting with Jordan at a real skate park actually smoking actually listening to music and it gives me the smell of altoids like the case where she'd keep her weed and running around and losing it and feeling too high to be able to find it and drawing on the sidewalk with chalk and I miss the chalk dust on my hands walking around at night and it's not hot because it's July or something and we're friends--is this where I was aiming did she leave her cigarettes here?--I am back in what might be reality might be my room and I have to talk to Jordan but my windows are all open and the back door is and it's so cold. I need to find her and we both share the Internet and suddenly she's answering "no i'm still in Portland/Albuquerque/Las Cruces or wherever" and I don't know if she knows where she is either