i would like to be in washington dc on october 30th. waaaah.

I like to pretend I know shit so I can advise other people on their shit, but in reality its all just bullshyt.

arararararrarrraaaaaaaar

This guy on chatroulette just told me he wanted to light me on a fire.. so now I'm on blogger.

I really like watching people on facebook handle the whole college situation. One of either two things happens though. Option numero uno: the person becomes acclimated to college in a day and is already immersed within the whole college experience- lovin life, making friends and shyt. While on the other hand, there's option number deux which terrifies me. The people falling under this category are clearly feeling isolated, spend all their time on facebook updating statuses in search of sympathy/friendship and worst of all they're longing to come back home and Wachusett. I can't even comprehend that. In my head college is this great ~magical~ escape and to find that some people can't figure it all out makes me worried.

I feel like I have more to say but I can't think of anything. And by that I mean I just can't think of anything original enough worth saying.

Time rolls on.

Something about being back at Wachusett just makes me so sad.

School is still 22 days away and already feel like I've grown out of Wachusett. Woo-hoo.

Let's play a game, blog. It's called Castaway. You can play the role of Wilson and I'll play the role I was born to play: Tom Hanks.

Except.. I don't want to loose you in the water like in the movie, because that would mean all the potential things I always intend to post on here but never do would be totally gone, and I couldn't deal with my only intentions of honest whining disappearing forever. Shit, I'm in a terribly bitter mood. Did I do something wrong?

Wahtevaaaa. I don't care, I don't care about dat shyt cause I'm mad tough, yo'. Plus who needs people when I have you, Wilson.

You know what my favorite word is? It's fuck. How rebellious of me, amiright? No but seriously- I love it. I feel like whenever you use that word there's always so much passion in it, you know? Like.. the word is alive or something. You never passively use a fuck, it's a word you intentionally put down to make a point - even if that point is something like how casual you can be in dropping an f-bomb like no othaa. But anyway, I like it. There's so much fear, so much aggression, so much.. energy. and no other word is like it. I mean seriously, I can't think of a single word that has so much to it.. although I wish there were others like it.. or at least I kind of just want to make one up with someone.. Argh. You're a shitty conversationalist Wilson.

Music sounds its best in a car. In my van the bass is set on as high as it gets, and there's something undeniably incredible about driving through a dark oblivion and listening to incredibly loud, heart thumping, its-like-youre-at-a-concert-esque music. I started a playlist today called aggressive driving and I'm actually going to make this one into a CD. Not like those other CDs I make for hypothetical people, then listen to waaaay too much until I get to the point where I hate the music and no one else ever knows the CD existed. But seriously, this will be a CD to get pulled over to, it'll be sahweet.

Oh. You know what's weird, Wilson? Emotions. Hahah. Except seriously. I was thinking about the way I try to have myself be perceived emotionally and I realized above all I try to make people pity me.. and I don't really know why. Is that just a teenage thing? My self-psycho-analysis basically leads me to conclude that it's kind of an attention issue. If you're pitied there's this level of personal sympathy and a.. connection, I guess? And it's a connection of only the lightest, purest intentions - and maybe I'm just drawn to that? I don't know, I'm irritated with myself right now.

Idk what the fuck this is supposed to be.