i am so old.

people keep asking me if i'm a freshman. are you blind? can't you see the years of tragedy seared into my eyes?

anyways, i flew back to the east coast last week for my cousin's wedding in ny. my flight back was really early in the morning; i stayed up all nite before it so i was really tired on the plane. i fell asleep right away when i sat down and started dreaming that i was in a car, and in my dream i wanted to sleep, so i put my elbow up on the door to lean my head on my arm, and then the little vietnamese lady next to me yelled 'HEY!' cause i was digging my elbow into her neck. i woke up and looked over and mumbled something like 'oh sorry, i'm in a car' and fell back asleep till we landed.

travelling between the coasts always makes me sad, i always forget how pretty and tranquil holmdel is and how nice it is to see my parents and my friends and the funny stories bing has about doctors rubbing his scrotum with pimple cream (didn't actually happen).

alrite that's it for now. too much punk rock, brain rotting...