I don’t even care that this is blurry. I love this picture.
Working out makes me feel good. I’ll do this shit more often.
Me: I think I'll read The Fault in Our Stars again.
Heart: Don't you dare.
Heart: Don't you dare do that to me again.
I’m at an assembly called Cruisin’ not Boozin’.
Finally went against my “counting calorie” hatred and got the app my parents have. I’ve been gaining weight recently and I just need to lose at least ten pounds. At least. Like fuck. I’m feeling awful and horrible and I just want to feel good about myself. Time for a change. For real.
Once Upon A Time
More Archie/Jiminey scenes! But Jesus Christ, this season finale is going to tear my heart out, isn’t it?
We didn’t have an atmosphere. That was the real problem.
Three years ago. Jesus Christ. I feel old.
So apparently, someone donated a copy of my book to our school’s library and it’s going in the collection as of today. Like. What.
Are You A Ghost?
[[MORE]]It’s there for what seems like an infinite series of motions and movements and lifetimes and then you blink and the moment is lost. Gone for all eternity. A place you will always call home, torn away like a crying infant left in a basket on a cold sidewalk covered in mildew. The person you swore you knew, swore you loved infinitely, only to change mere moments later. The rest of my...
I could really use a phone call or a text from anyone right now.
Quit vegetarianism. Done. Ate a chicken sandwich. Worth it. And then Tom showed everyone at MJ a picture of me when I was twelve. It’s odd. Only a few people knew that Shannon. It’s just a picture to everyone else.
One Of These Days
I’m going to find a one picture of myself from each show I’ve been in at Rock School and I’m going to force my friends to see the growth of Shannon. We’re in for a good laugh.
Well. Here We Go.
That was a nice four day weekend. Back to reality.
Ugh. I need to memorize my lines for Defying Gravity & 110th Street Station. The show is May 23 and 24. WHY WAS I DOUBLE CAST But I am excited. BUT OH MY GOD THE LINES.
Just learned Organization XIII’s theme on piano. Beautiful stuff right here.
I like how easy it is to change the color of my hair. With each color change, I become a slightly different person.
Archie finally got a scene tonight. That’s all that matters.
Thank you for releasing me, Spyro. Free ten dragons in the Artisan world. Then...– SPYRO THE DRAGON. GIRLS NIGHT. FUCK YEAH.
I just want to lay in a field for a few hours.
You just have to keep on breathing because tomorrow the sun will rise and who...– Chuck Nolan-Cast Away (2000)
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing ...– T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland (via lambentstar)
Levon Helm died. I feel like I’m coming full circle. In 2006 at my very first School of Rock show, I played on The Night They Drove Ol’ Dixie Down This past summer, I saw him perform at Gathering of the Vibes. It was a great performance. I’m so glad that I got to see him before he died.
A moment later she asked me if I loved her. I said that sort of question had no...– The Stranger - Albert Camus (via quetuagoniajamastermine)
It’s getting later and later and I keep counting down the hours of sleep I’ll get tonight. But all I can think about is how much my finger hurts from the dermatologist freezy burning it yesterday and the mother fucking moon bounce that will be at SOR Prom.
I need to stop taking these naps.
He will never say those words to you and mean it so long there’s breath in my lungs and blood in my veins.
The Dilemma I Find Myself Periodically In...
Making decisions doesn’t come easy for me. Even the silly ones, like what to wear in the morning or what word I’m wanting to use in my writing. I’m dreading the moment I ask someone to Rock School Prom. It’s because I’m taking it so seriously since I can’t go to my real prom (How many times have I mentioned that now?) But I digress. I have a short list of...
Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know...– John Green, Looking for Alaska (via reason-i-dont-believe)
The night was alive with a thousand voices.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
Shannon, you’re effin’ cool.– Mrs. Wilson
Beef said, “You should be as tall as me and we should include the deer in the picture.”
Everyone Keeps Posting Pictures Of Themselves As...
It’s the youngest I have saved on my laptop. First grade Shannon.
I realize that this is a very narcissistic picture of me, but my expression accurately describes my weekend and current state of mind. Thursday I saw someone I haven’t seen in quite some time, and I ended up spending the later part of my evening with him on Saturday. After Titanic, I picked him up and we sat at Wegman’s until around 1 in the morning. My jaws still ache from laughing...
Shit Like This Makes Me Mad
So I just found this on one of those dumb Yahoo! articles entitled “Movie Love Triangles that break your heart.” THERE IS NO KISS BETWEEN THEM. EVER. (unless you count what comes out of the locket, BUT THAT’S NOT REAL). WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT.
Sammy and I got bored after Dteam so we dyed my hair blonde while listening to the Backstreet Boy Pandora radio station.
I want to stretch this moment into infinity. I want to sit here and laugh until my breath fails me for the rest of my life. I want my clothes to be in a constant state of disrepair (but world peace would be nice, too). I don’t want you to go across the pond and I don’t want to be stuck in a cornfield. The world is not a wish granting factory.
Half A World Away
At the end of the blazing summer I will be there and you will be across the great big pond that divides our earthly souls. I never noticed, you said. I never noticed the way your eyes lit up when I entered the room or how you lingered, always trying to hold my attention or the way your lips curved into a pleasured grin when I grabbed you round the waist and twirled you, like in the movies.