‎The only thing I'm going to miss about Philadelphia, is you.

I'll write about my summer when I'm ready to write about my summer. which, I think will be best in the winter.

There is a lot going on in my life. A lot that I won't write about here. Which is ironic, as the whole point of this blog is to tell strangers my secrets. Oh well.


Its easy to give up. It is very easy to get mad, get revenge, and then cut whatever hurt you out of your life. Its human nature. When have I done something the easy way?

I'm not sure what is going to happen. I'm not sure what I want to happen. I'm just sure that, in sixty years when I'm on my death bed, I will be happy. Damn happy.

I'm gonna talk about how well school is going now.

The first week has been rad. Lots of friends, new and old. Filling up the time that I should have been doing homework, but its alright. I'm looking forward to this semester for a lot of things. Its the end of something old, and the start of a new life essentially. I'm probably gonna move out at the beginning of the year, or school year (depending on what happens), and it will all just be a new experience. Something that I'm glad I won't have to go through alone, and I will get to share with the people around me that love me.


Its gonna be a good year.

Also, to a lady.

"The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you, and that you are standing in the doorway"

I went through a few folks facebook pages (Through the past couple of years, which takes forever), and I went through mine. Its funny how lives interplay and cross each other. Sometimes sticking, sometimes not. All thanks to a social networking website. Its a long story, and I will talk about in person.

Going to Georgia.
Wesley

P.s. Its strange when you go to yell at someone and you don't. You go, but you don't yell. I think that's being mature.

Summer is Done

I'll make a longer post, with a lot more detail--however, in order to keep up with those out of the loop of my life.

Summer is over.

I had a lot of fun, but its done.

However, this school year is shaping up to be amazing. I've so many friends that I forgot were there, and so much to do. I'm so lucky.

Again, I'll have some details about the summer, and explaining some of the things going on in my life now.

Carry on,
Wesley

Summer fun

Summer is winding down into the abyss that is fall. I love fall, don't get me wrong, its just that all the loose ends of summer are finally tying together for goodbyes and all of that. I like fall, its one of the three months that I particularly like, but I just don't like to see people go away. I'm excited to meet some folks at school, just not to see my lady go two hours away.

I am very much excited for the pile up though. FBLC should be representing strongly.

The Chowder Choppers will start heavy next year, as Chris mcghee is getting his ass home to NAPTOWN.

I'll make a post about the summer in review tomorrow or friday.

Good morning,
Wesley

I'm sorry I'm a failure.

Yesterday, I decided to go to my school and get my parking tag, and check out my financial status.

It turns out I'm retarded. I'm short around a grand for this and next semester, plus books.

I called my dad, and long story short, got into a little argument, then eventually scraped together the coin, and I proceeded to cry like a little bitch.

I wasn't nervous or scared about the money. I wasn't scared that my father would be mad. I didn't care about any of that.

I cried like a bitch, because I knew I let my father, and the rest of my family down. I let myself down.

I don't deserve what I get, in respect to how I treat others sometimes.

People do more for me, then I do for them--thus, I am a failure as a son, and a friend a lot of the times.

Sorry,
Wesley

P.s. Fuck the government's approach to financial aid. Seriously, fuck that noise. Just because my parents made a little too much money (last year), doesn't exactly mean that we're able to keep my ass in school. Fuck this shit, I'm gonna find some scholarships or sell a fucking kidney.

P.p.s. I'm still buying max schaaf vans. fuck.

In our Space Hero Suits (2008) - Those dancing days

If you don't like feel good/sad pop music, then don't read this--no. Don't read my blog.

If you do, go buy this record and support this band.



I recently found out about this band, thanks to Youtube searching, and have been floored by the quality of everything. They're an all girl band, and that doesn't really make a difference, because unlike groups like the vivian girls, they're all excellent musicians. I'm not knocking the vivian girls, I'm a fan, but these folks are an all girl Bloc Party, only with sunshine and great music coming from their instruments.


I could break this album down, song by song, but that would be pointless. Not because all of the songs run together, but because they're simply all-fucking-good. Every last one. They are each their own entity, but each perfect.

Seriously. please listen?



Later,
Wesley