deadsunsanddyingstars:

school. work. play. shouldnt be too hard. but it is and you know what? thats how shit goes. work less hours, drop some classes, ditch your significant, change your attitude, fuck do something about it and quit your bitchin. eat, but dont overindulge, vent, but dont burden. talk, but dont annoy. think, but not too hard. all work and no play makes jack a dull boy, all play and no work makes jack a mere toy. middle ground… sall im sayin

Super Bowl Sunday 2011. green and yellow! im happy that the pack won, a well deserved victory for a classy organization. anyway on to tonights happenings, so around a 8:30 at night a female friend of mine hit me and told me that she wanted dessert. i agreed just cause i hadnt been out the house the whole day and she was the one driving anyway. so we went to a place called heaven sent and the creme brulee was fucking delicious, on the real. anyway it was whatever but dude i started to think that man this is something i should be doing on a date. its fuckin crazy cause ill never think of this girl like that but in my head i was thinking this is how i wanna be when im with a girl im actually interested in but in reality shit goes hella different because then thoughts invade your head and shit. i didnt realize it until after but some shit i said was fuckin tight like my lines and stuff and man i wanna use them again but i know that itll never be the same or as good when you try to recreate something. i guess the lesson learned is be comfortable and when you pressure yourself, your performance suffers!

i should say somethin but im just too shy, compliment her beauty but shes just too fly