josh says i have a sleeping disorder. and that my taying up late isn’t just taking years off my own life, but also the lives of each individual in my family due to my late-night guitar playing.

i told him to suck it.

i’ll sleep when i’m dead. or at least when i’m in an old-person home.  for now i need to write music and pretend it’s good. man. i’m depressing.

here’s a picker upper - vegas. and nashville, too. t-minus 3 weeks and two days. i’m so stoked to get out of this county, at least for a little while. it’s sucking the life out of me. seasional depression all year round. it’s killer. prozac and zoloft must make a fortune off the pittsburgh area, especially when the steelers are sucking (aka all the time). i just can’t handle it. i need some sun. maybe then i’ll write better lol.

 single’s awareness day is steadily approaching. geneva (well not technically geneva since they don’t condone dancing, but a group of geneva students) is having a dance at the holiday in on the 13th. i’m going with my friend sam and we’re gunna rock out in black and gold (not for geneva, but mainly because she has a black dress and we’re trying to be emo). we’re gunna rock out like it’s 1998.  or, uh, 2008. anyway, it’s gunna be a good time.

time to sleep so i can run chapel in the morning. yaaaaayyyyy. not.