living in the life of the madrigals and the uncorns under my albino hair i sing to the dead men.

i am in no way copying, or faking this origional idea, so yeah if you want to see the freshest blog i know its arielle chiara's, anyways, i saw these fucking amazing glasses on her blog, and i love them. i have these little red and black mickey mouse ones from disney land that i got when i was like hummmm.......4? and these are super fly, no lie. hah rhymes. well im like a total loner, and i miss hanging out with people are are %100 realistic about life. i spent the weekend hanging with the jones clan, and i want some fried chicken real bad. my head hurts and i have a test tomorrow. these chronic headaches are just uncanny, and i hate them. well i mean just take into consideration i got eyeball sunburn so it feels like i have cotton socket. also this week i have major stress for graduation, and i want to punch all my teachers in the face. bleugh, well nunight, think about me and pray for me in yo dreamzz. and also when i was like 12 and hanging out with that fresh chick above, i heard her talking about not neccesacrily praying, but putting clean happy good vibes into the universe, well i mean i'll burn some sage and sing to myself in the shower, hopefully i'll be okay. positive vibes everyone, and btw singing the scampi version of pursuit of happiness by kid cudi, is not "lame" is friggginnn sweet, so don't let the snow boarders get ya down, your fucking amazing you piece of shit.