i'll take you with me to my grave.

oh dear, dear. i didn't do anything fun all weekend really. I didn't go out either night. I watched television and played tony hawk. I'm so lame now. I am wearing dress pants right now. They are an interesting change from the girls jeans i wear every other day. My hair looks so bad now, it needs to grow out, but it won't work. It needs to grow faster or something. I need to get to something. I need to stop writing shit like that. I need to focu son the book more, i feel like i'm losing momentum on it, and i don't want to. The village is great, no matter what you hear. I really really like it. I got to talk to tim kasher while i was in st. louis. I was so nervous. Not as nervous as the time i met blair from knapsack. I was like a school girl that time. I thought about this earlier today. "a heart thats full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal". I really like those lyrics a lot. I have so many subway stamps. They are fucking evrywhere. I love indian food. I can't wait to eat some wednesday. I got another modeling job. It is on wednesday as well (as well as the indian food i mean). It may or may not be fun. Time will tell. Wish me well with my crush. Or wish me to shut the fuck up about it. please.