smile for the camera sweetheart

WOAH. I AM TIRED.

Dinner at Anatolia after omfg 8hours (1035am-735pm) of painting, moulding, meetings, running around, painting, moudling, hanging banners, getting our ears blasted off by the awesome bands outside (omfggggmetallica) was heaven.

I love the donner chicken pancake.

Tomorrow will be the Open House and Tune-In. We still have lots of things to do. But we've got most of the things down, like putting up the boards (HAHA. GO LOOK AT THE CAPTIONS. LIKE SERIOUSLY.) that yours truly, Angel and Marianne did. The souveniers that all of us died doing. The mutated foiled 'welcome' signs. And like admire the wonderful lovely photocopied scores done by me which are really quite bad and Marc.

<3<3 high school girls, high school girls all just for meee. EH. YOU AMOUROUS J2s ARE TOO OLD FOR THEM. LEAVE THE GIRLS TO ME. >O

I love the band.

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I was sitting on the bus home by myself and then I just thought, 'I bloody miss the time(s) when we could talk about just anything..'

And I looked like a dead fish thinking that.

the juliana theory

I might not remember the lyrics, I might not remember the words.

Blame it on my butterfly memory.

But I always remember the meaning, the meanings, the soul and heart of it.