startin da year right.
Thisssss guyyyyyyyy. ;)
keep the compliments comin, bro.
Oh gosh way to make me blush, but nope ;)
I’m serious. I’ll send you cookies.
- finish series
- launch new column [music+banging!]
- noisepop super week
- turn the age of an official grown up
- virgin islands trip
- rolling stone magazine internship
- ^^^ live in new york the entire summer
- posssiblyyy live in LA all fall 2011 semester for different internship but I haven’t decided yet.
- not die.
I wish I wrote all the gory and deep seeded plot details when I woke up from this dream because now (5 hours later) a lot of it doesn’t make sense. I can’t even make a full story out of it. Basically it was me and somebody (female friend who I don’t know in real life) were stuck in this thing (school/jail/convent/something?) but we were allowed to roam freely. There was this guy (who doesn’t look familiar but had a name of somebody I have met recently, but didn’t resemble that person) and we all went to this big meeting in this high ceiling-ed room with lots of people and a rotating metal thing in the middle where people hung off of (still alive) and the head of the place did a speech. Afterward everybody left, and me and the female friend decided we wanted to save the guy with the common name but doesn’t resemble anybody, because apparently the head of the place that made the speech was trapping the guy in his off white horizontal slated cabin. So we somehow? saved the guy. And we were all walking away and then I murdered him.
Out of nowhere it seems. I guess I saved him to murder him? And I’m not talking peaceful one gunshot in the head or poisoning. I’m talking I blew up his guts and they exploded all over the place and spilled out onto the pale sidewalk and stained it bright red. I don’t know exactly my method, but his guts just exploded.
Newport Beach, California