you sure are looking good.

"Little Red Riding Hood" by The Meteors.

I think it might be our song.

As if we could have a song.

God forbid they ever even think of covering it.

"You're everything this big bad wolf could want."

(psssst- buy kill hannah's "wake up the sleepers")

-Cyanide.

When It's Just Not What We Do.

I think I'm gonna get psychiatric help again.
As long as it's free and they don't tell my mom.
I don't wanna be a basket case...

I need to loose maddd weight.
I should be reading about racial allegories in Frankenstein or working on my Creative Memoir draft.
Instead, I'm listening to Head Automatica and updating this shit.

I wanna write something good, like I used to.
I haven't written anything substanial or eloquent or worthwhile in a damn long time.

Oh, and those pictures did mean absolutely nothing.
Always trust your initial instincts, children. Always.

I want more pen-pals.
If I can't write fiction, I might as well write letters.
I've been at college for a month now, how weird is that shit...?
-Cyanide.

bow chicka wow wow.

Someone's getting lucky on my floor.

Really loudly.

Like, you can hear the springs.

-Cyanide

from me to you.

someone randomly IMed me.

all they said was: *Hugs softly*

then they promptly got offline.

secret admirer...?

thanks for the hug.

*hugs back*

The Ballad of Sal Villanueva.

I've been on a Batman Cartoon kick, specifically Harley and The Joker.
Gotta love that mad love.






I can't help liking these blurry fucking pictures.

They mean nothing though...

Squirmy Sign Language.

I finally bought a mini top hat. It is amazing and I adore it so. The one at Hot Topic was $30. The one I bought was $7. Hooray for savings.

I overreacted about many things today. I need to calm down and just do better next time.



I miss you. And not just the sideburns, the entire body and laugh and smile and silly, sarcastic witticisms, and the hugging abilities that you possess.

-Cyanide.

go to college.

do it.

Timberwolves in New Jersey.

I have been on a huge Taking Back Sunday kick though I've never used my iPod less. I'm actually socializing here, shockhorror. Kudos to everyone who said college was different than high school, because they were fucking right. Actual classes start Wednesday, so wish me luck. For the past week, I've been goofing off and making friends so it's like catching up on the goodness of summer that I didn't quite have. Everyone I've met has been super sweet for the most part.

Tons of cigarette smoke makes me dizzy.

And boys, boys, boys! There are actually boys here! I'm getting slightly intoxicated by it, really. My high school had 10 boys in the grade at most, and none of them are worth mentioning. But here? Oh, so different! There's this one boy down the hall from me and he's such a cutie. We're gonna be in two of the same classes, he likes zombie movies and comic books, and he's growing SIDEBURNS.

I'm already smitten, no lie.

And it really doesn't help that he runs around shirtless in the evening hours and this morning, while I was brushing my teeth, he came in wearing nothing but a towel. I'm not used to this at all; my head might just explode. And it was nice, fucking trust me on that shit.

I was talking to this other boy tonight. I think he's pretty fucking gay (because what straight boy asks you what your favorite Disney movie is and then says his is Cinderella?) but everyone thought he was really into me. Either way, I gave him my number. Why not? We can always chill and I'm planning on getting him to listen to something other than The Fiery Furnaces. I think he'd like Circa Survive.

In short, college is wonderful.
And Marty, shave your beard and give me my Curtis back.
-Cyanide

Hello There.

Haven't used this in ages.
I'm currently a freshman at Hampshire College.
I'm downloading music like crazy for some reason.
Perhaps I'll start this up again.

L+Z's
-Cyanide.