2009 will be the year of glitter, 13 year olds who dance like strippers, the year that crack whores turn to acid, rock and rollers pass out, cops beat people profusely. 2009 will be the year of concerts and mardigras and copious amounts of everything. i want a mohawk. so i was talking about my "new year's resolution" with someone. it was a short conversation, but later i found myself arguing schizophrenically. i will have money. and love. and various other things. i will be well on my way to getting my own house. more later fuckkit, can't really be bothered editing. laterer i will. here's some photos anyway. just because today (04.01.09), i went to the beach and i enjoyed it. -edit- time goes by so slowly. i'm saving really hard and not much is coming together properly. infact, nothing is coming together properly. i wanna go for a drive, and just drive into the night. but it's not well to do that here. it feels different. i miss home. not homesick. just. need. i want someplace where i can relax. it feels like such a long, tough ride. a rollercoaster nearing it's end. not enough time to learn, decisions noone really approved of. love noone really approved of. unjustified ignorance and blindness. just blindness. to everything. everyone. happier if i just didn't give a fuck. but i do. http://nz.youtube.com/watch?v=6wS5xOZ7Rq8&feature=channel_page i wish i could. you do't understand. i don't really, either. i just know that i should be in a place i appreciate and with people i appreciate and doing things i love to do. re-writing teenagehood. and some of childhood. meh. that was soooo off topic it's not funny. i took all these photos ocean beach greg and russ sitting on ocean beach my lone footprints in the sand bob's tits my pretty little blue tootsies in the sand