CCO Counselor: Fail.
Israel Trip: Fail.
HP Internship 1: Fail.
Oregon/Washington Visit: Fail.
HP Internship 2: Fail.
Italian Ice Cart: Fail.
Aside from spending far too much money on concerts, I really fucked up in terms of planning this summer. How am I supposed to maintain my sanity for the next three months living in a house where I’m not allowed to play music, with a dwindling number of friends in the area, and practically nothing to look forward to aside from my return to Vancouver?
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Of Monsters and Men - “Little Talks”
Such a fantastic live show. Seeing bands like this just never gets old.
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I had a stupid dream about you. Seeing your ugly car and those idiotic sideburns just seemed to add to the ever-growing list of why I am quite apathetic about being home.
I miss Vancouver. No one adequately warns you about how much it sucks to come home after a year away. Maybe if I had better understood how awkward and awful this would be I would have worked harder at making significant summer plans.
The Bortle Dark-Sky Scale
(Source: harrisgasm, via philnotfeel)
#68: Attend Block Party. Check
What’s that? Yes, I do go to an amazing school that throws a huge outdoor concert/beer fest on the last day of class every year.
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“I really hate to bring this up, but there is no Huck. No Bilbo Baggins. No, not even a Scarlett O’Hara. The most real character who has ever existed in a novel is merely a linguistic construction, a house made not out if cards but of words. So why do we celebrate when they triumph? Suffer when they suffer? Because words matter.”
(via queerslibrary)
“The original intention of unhappiness was to act as a subtle tool to urge change.”
