whileoceanasleeps:

analogwaves:

This album will never get old for me. Love it dearly.

Who/what is it? Having no information to go by on the cover, I’m rather interested.

Joy Division - Unknown Pleasures
Find it. Listen to it. It’s absolutely amazing.

whileoceanasleeps:

analogwaves:

This album will never get old for me. Love it dearly.

Who/what is it? Having no information to go by on the cover, I’m rather interested.

Joy Division - Unknown Pleasures

Find it. Listen to it. It’s absolutely amazing.


I have school in the morning.

Weird to say. Type. Whatever. I’m excited and extremely nervous. I haven’t been in school for a year now. I graduated early and then decided to take a year off. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to handle it again. This is what I’ve always been waiting for, college. The bullshit that I had to put up with in high school should make it more than worth it.

I’m really not looking forward to waking up at eight in the morning. I’m not a morning person at all.

This post is really sporadic to me. I came here wanting to talk about school. I thought I had more to say.

I had an Arnold Palmer with my dinner. Easily the best beverage ever. I always try to make them when I go out, but they never come out as good as the can. Disappointing.


I created an almost perfect day for myself

whileoceanasleeps:

CONDENSED.

I like these happy posts. :]


I laughed. HARD.

I laughed. HARD.


This album will never get old for me. Love it dearly.

This album will never get old for me. Love it dearly.


whileoceanasleeps:

Also, Harley, I’m sorry to hear about your laptop. I’d hate to see you get rid of such a nice guitar, too, though. Maybe you should sleep on it; colleges do have computer labs. Even though they’re not as nice or convenient :/

I was thinking about that earlier tonight. I’m definitely sleeping on it. What I’ve come to is that while I love that guitar, it’s mass produced. It’s replaceable. To be honest, I hardly play it. Once a week, if even. When it comes down to it, I’d rather keep my camera than my guitar. The heart of my rig isn’t the guitar anymore, it’s my amp. But regardless, I hate decisions.

just fantastic

A few days before school starts (might I add that I’m taking an online class this semester) my laptop decided to shit on me. Fucking perfect. I’m broke. I have credit card bills to pay. So I guess what I’m talking about now is selling the Jazzmaster to buy a laptop. I’ll be pretty bummed to see it go but I have to look at what’s more important here. Time to be an adult.

Damn.


whileoceanasleeps:

analogwaves:

whileoceanasleeps:

[condensed blog]

I think we should talk sometime. And not just via reblogs.

Agreed. Except I hope you’re not just saying that because I seem all crazy and/or depressed in that blog or something and you think I’m ready to go postal, or whatever. Like the quiet kid that suddenly snaps on everyone one day. That would be awful. And sad. Perhaps Facebook is a good first step?

Hahaha. Now you make me feel bad. Not so much because you seem postal. I’ve said it before that you sound like an awesome person with interests similar to mine, but you seemed a little bummed out and maybe wanted someone to talk to. I’m sorry if I’ve offended. D:


whileoceanasleeps:

I feel unappreciated. Like I’m actually always doing something wrong. Like no one wants me around. I don’t even want sympathy from this.

Some days I just want to watch the world burn. I’m so angry. I’ll just pay everything off. Just to be left alone. I want to be left the fuck alone, and for once have no one left to answer to.

I think we should talk sometime. And not just via reblogs.


as if this shoe thing couldn’t get any better

I’ve been talking about getting a pair of boots for some time now. I was checking out a pair of Red Wings because I keep hearing the quality is absolutely amazing and they aren’t too ridiculous looking. Just a basic work boot. Well, last night my mom saw that I was looking at them, walked into her room and produced a pair from my dad’s closet. They’re 25 years old and look GREAT. Both in style and in age. You could hardly tell they’re as old as they are. There’s the quality I’m hearing about. The only downside was that they were brown. I love brown shoes, but black is the ultimate because I dress melancholy most of the time. So hearing me talk about that today, my dad brought out his combat boots from when he served in the early 90s. Basic, black boots. Needless to say, stoked.

I can’t believe I just posted all this about two pairs of boots. I guess I’ve been wanting some a lot more than I thought I did.



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