When is enough, enough?

I know I'm not perfect, but why is it that every girl I meet is either a fucking liar, oblivious, insane and/or selfish?
This just isn't worth it.

I get so tired of waiting...

Wanting to understand
To understand a hand that's not my hand
In a moment to be defined
All clear lines of all that, that could mean
And I'm wanting eyes
That won't justify or despise all they see
and a silence inside
To help me decide and hide in me
But oh,
I get so tired of waiting
I get so tired of waiting
I get so tired of waiting
When these skies won't fall
Wanting a chance
Just a chance that cannot be missed
Because in seconds that pass
Never there, it's just another kiss
And I'm wanting a heart
And hearts that won't just beat on their own
Because every beat without purpose or thought
You know..
Makes me feel more alone

And I'm so tired of waiting
I get so tired of waiting
Waiting
When the skies won't fall

I hate that I can relate to this so much.
I guess I have no choice, but to learn how to be patient.

Anyway, school starts next Thursday.
I'm realllyyyyyy glad that three out of four of the classes that I'm taking are music classes which means I'll get by just fine.
I'll be pretty much working full-time, also.
I really don't mind either.
I've gotta stay focused on what's important; school, work, and music.

You're the cookie and I'm the crumb.

I'd give anything to make someone, who is worth it, happy.

We stain these dead hands with ink because they won't make a fist.

My stomach usually tells me when something does not feel right. I swear it's not the gas that's being developed in my stomach after the food I intake.

And I miss you, I miss you every single day.

I woke up this morning realizing that it's been 6 months since my Grandmother passed away and it's weird because at times I still feel like she's around. I miss her incredibly.

I got to you, there was nothing left.

We're never on the same page.
You're always stuck in some other chapter.
It is no surprise to me and there's no need to find out what happens next.
I've grown tired of these pages that are wearing thin, along with you.

I just think it's best because you can't miss what you forget...

Birthday plan...

1) Six Flags
2) Go back home for ice cream cake
3) Then this:

Sign me to a nice girl so I can sing her something meaningful...

I thought my weekends were going to go downhill after last week's, but I'm good.
I'm back on track!
Phew!

I got to see Incubus on Friday for free at the PNC Bank Arts Center thanks to Margarita! They played an awesome 2 hour set. The lighting was ridiculous, but then again I'm not used to going to concerts so I go crazy over shit like that and how everything is set up professionally.

Yesterday, I went into Brooklyn with Kayla. We somehow managed to sit in a pizzeria for over an hour just bsing. We walked around Prospect Park and laid on the nice grass by the Brooklyn Museum to waste some time and then headed over to go see Witches at The Fort. We arrived around 8:30ish and the show didn't start 'til 10 which was kinda lame, but every show always seems to run on "Punk Rock Time." Even though the PA was lacking, Witches did great. I think I just love Cara Beth Satalino so much that it didn't matter. We left after their set and headed back into Manhattan stopping at Natasha's because I had to pee so bad. We didn't get back into Jersey until 2. Solid day.

I did absolutely nothing today and it was fucking great.
I've had Jawbreaker's discography on shuffle all night and, man, I'm going to be doing this more often.

Next weekend will be a good one.
The Big She-Bang on Saturday and ESC show on Sunday!

I'm going to...explode!

I always try to see the best in others, but, FUCK, man.
FUCK.
That's all I have to say.

Spread love and you're less likely to step in shit when you're retracing...

I like making plans.
It's a shame that you don't make them with me.

On a brighter note, I ordered some croakies. I'm pretty stoked on this one:

Yeahhhhhhh!

You say tomato. I say beef jerky. Look what you do to me.

Is it bad that I still don't expect much out of this and I'm okay with it?

Friendshit.

Fuck, yes! I wrote new lyrics...

"Friendshit"

You take whatever you can get
You've done it again and I have nothing left
I don't know how
I've managed to still have you around

So I say, I say
It fucking isn't enough today
Not enough, never enough
It fucking cannot be done

I thought a helping hand
Could change a friend
But it cannot be proven
I cannot fix what's been ruined

So I say, I say
It fucking isn't enough today
Not enough, never enough
It fucking cannot be done

I'll put myself in your shoes
I'll sit back and won't answer you
Because I know, we know that's what you'd do

So I say, I say
It fucking isn't enough today
Not enough, never enough
It fucking cannot be done

FUCK

I thought the fuck at the end was necessary. It's "cool."