matttyyyyy

I have a friend named Matty.

Hes a good good friend of mine.

He looks like a model from abercrombie & fitch.but thats beside the point.

hes an awesome guy with great personality.

and hes having a really risky heart surgery.


let us all pray that he will make it through

spring break

its nothing but a week of tido and main game.

and study math 410 cause that shit is hard as hell.

i think i made a huge mistake.3 years ago.

i think im not gonna make the same mistake again.

and yeah.relationships suck.

its even worse when u had 3 years of it and just realized that u cant take it anymore.

that despite the feelings u have,its not worth it.

and as selfish as it was,it was the first right thing u ever did.

even though u have to break somebodys heart.

even though he/she eats ur conscience up.

even thought u miss him so bad.

trust me,its not worth it.

fucked.

i am broke.

no money even to ensure my place in the States.

no money to even pay my bills.

im pretty much fucked.

its over

finallyyyyyyyyy spring break is here

and im done with all of my exams

yay!

THE ULTIMATE DISCOVERY OF THE DAY

brown is the color of BULLSHIT.

FML

for those who are bored.

and done stalking ur exes.

and think ur life is fucked.

and wanna know other peoples fucked up lives.

http://www.fmylife.com/


and no its not like lemonparty.org.

and no im not rickrolling u.thats so last year.

awesome video for an awesome song

"'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time
But bye, bye."

LOL?

THE ULTIMATE DISCOVERY OF THE DAY

my grammar is getting suckier by the day.

i is bad.

very bad.

stupid gay song in stupid gay head

im addicted to this song.like addicted.
and its not even my kind of music.

and has this dumb annoying part that i hate.
yet im listening to it.

catchy tho.

food of the day

Sonnet : Love is not all

Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.

-Edna St Vincent Millay


I HEART MILLAY~~

shes my kind of woman.

lol,

...i need more coffee.brb.

HOLAAA!

so i decided to blog again.we will see how long this will last.haha.

i suck at consistency.

lalalaa