Resolutions?

Here's what I want.

I want to be thin as fuck.
I want to get as far away from Pinole as possible.
I want to start all over.
I want to liberate my mind.
I want to escape.
I want to get through college applications.
I want to be accepted.
I want to live in London..or maybe Cardiff.
I want to stop overthinking.

So lately

Doctor Who, Doctor Who, Doctor Who.

Straight.

And in between, the acoustic version of "Nobody." And assorted other sad slow songs, blah. I really don't know what to listen to.

"Carmensita" by Devendra Banhart, however, is quite funky.

Looking for some good non-mainstream music.

I wish I could go back in time to prevent my falling from grace.

And wouldn't it be great if the first time you met the one meant for you was the last time they'd ever meet you? That's awesome in so many ways.

No, not a "Time Traveler's Wife" reference.

There are so many wonderful things you can do with time travel.

I think I'll find myself a blue police box.

This Christmas

I love songs with creepy negative twists to them. Screw all those lovey-dovey ones about being with the one you love. The ones about Santa are in the middle though, except "I Saw Mommy.." because that's kind of sick.

I mean, a septuagenarian x a forty-something woman.

disgusting.

12 Days after and 12 Daze are awesome. I cried listening to the latter. Out of laughter.

Ha.

Dear Santa

It's that time of year again and it's time for me to tell you what I want.

So I've compiled a small list
-a life
-a dog
-some happiness
-less overbearing parents
-I've changed my mind, I want a cat
-moar money
-Okay, maybe a little bit more
-like a million?
-That'd be great
-Natalie Tran in a Box
-I'm just kidding
-But really, can I?
-A sudden major loss of weight
-A sudden growth spurt
-Lovely beautiful smooth hands
-A trip to London
-Another to Japan
-Basically a trip to the whole world
-Except for Africa
-cuz Africa is filled with rapists

Oh Santa, why do I write this blog to you when I know it'll never reach you?

I dislike

adults.

Is their purpose in life to complete crush a child's naive dreams? Sure, they may be naive and their goals may be unreachable, but at least let them shatter their dreams themselves.

And, you know, money doesn't matter, either. It's what you want, right. That's all that matters, right? Money doesn't equal happiness.

I don't know what I want anymore -.-

But if I truly realize my dream to become a professional musician is naive and impossible, then I'll commit suicide or live a life of drugs to escape my reality. Or become an alcoholic.

Or just become a couch potato/recluse.

F^*92hf

Why is that people can't cuss when it comes to blogs? Is it forbidden? Blogs should be an expression of one's thoughts and ideas. Simply because someone cusses means their blog is dgraded

Suddenly

I've discovered that I hate Mexicans. Well, at least, the ghetto-fied ones.

Yeah.

1 in the morning

Somehow it feels empowering to write a blog at 1 in the morning and yet also just a little creepy. My room is way too cold...

Finished apps? Yay? I should feel happier, but I feel like I rushed my statements.