found all my old ass chat logs from like 08-10. NOSTALGIA TRIPPIN
“i like everything but country and rap” = you’re an idiot
“i like everything but crabcore” = you’re me
and now i’m reading uzumaki at 1 am waiting for my laundry to finish drying.
i had to stay up until midnight (and i wanted to go to sleep early)
just to get access to a washer to do my damn laundry
so i can have clean underwear for tomorrow
because we have 3 washers and 3 dryers for a building of 400+ students
why do i feel out of place no matter where i live?
middle school in florida, barely any friends except my 2 bros
totally isolated through high school in germany, plus being an american teenager in germany
completely alone at college in arizona, surrounded by people i can’t relate to
it’s like i’m an alien. i can’t think of a single place i’ve lived where i felt like i wasn’t a trespasser.
that’s all i want. just some basic desires. a place where i feel i belong. some friends i can hang out with in real life. some romantic prospects. a modicum of self-respect. the bare minimum here.
whatever. there’s your weepy word vomit for the day
i wish my facebook friends reflected my actual friends, and less “i’m obligated to be friends with you” kind of friends.
i wonder if people who are friends with me on facebook ever look at my updates and think “who the hell is this guy?”
so i’m interviewing for this position at the student radio station here for next semester.
and one of the questions they asked was “what music are you listening to right now?”
i was like “that’s kind of a big question.” and then TOTALLY BLANKED
couldn’t think of a single artist. music? what’s music??
i think i was like “uhh, sleigh bells newest and st. vincent?” and then “and phoenix. yeah.”
also i called fat possum records fat weasel records. facepalm.
all I really want is a sweatshirt with AKIRA on it.
was able to actually remember radio wednesday
there’s nothing to do on the internet.