Shit’s getting serious. Vote HERE. You have one week.
SHARE / SWAEG.
I Hate Myself is gonna take the gold
It’s between I Hate Myself (or Pg. 99) and The Saddest Landscape tbh
Loma Prieta v. pg.99 all the way
I’ve only eaten it 7 times in 27 days.
I’m breaking the rules, but my initial plan, to feel better, I think it worked. And I did make it the first week completely straight without meat.
I feel better about what I’m eating and I think my body is taking it well. Even if I’m not fully vegetarian, I feel accomplished, and I’m noticing that on those times I ate meat, I was extremely conscious and, in some cases, regretful. I’m having no problems staying away from it normally, though. It’s that damn salmon and orange chicken. Weaknesses.
I’ll probably continue with this for at least as long as I’m dining hall food. I may drop it whenever I’m home and around my parents, who I don’t expect to accommodate for this since they never have had to deal with that. Also, I will be the only one eating such diet in the Slam House next semester, so that might be a struggle.
But for now, I’m feeling good about this, and I hope I continue to follow the mindset that meat is not a necessity, as a bare minimum for the future.
Our March show announcements keep coming in. It is looking like March is going to be full of great shows at Black Sheep and this one on Wednesday, March 12th is no exception. We have the band Runaway Brother coming from Cleveland Ohio. They are pictured above and you can find some of their music streaming below. Runaway Brother will be on tour with The Ground Is Lava, who are also from Ohio.…
Cool show, go to this
And I held her at arm’s length
And I said no.
I have entered
A vicious cycle;
Dawn til dark
Losing my vitals,
Barred by envy,
And hopeless lust;
It’s hard to recover.
It’s hard to trust.
I take my own advice.
I ignore the siren.
I think I’m sick;
I think I’m dying.
Listen to no one.
Embrace the pain.
Everything to lose,
And nothing to gain.
Fuck all logic.
Let history repeat.
Eat my guts.
I am just meat.
My face feels drained.
And I’m wondering if history will repeat.
'Cause incredibly enough, I think I've finally lost it.
I can’t tell if I’m becoming a stain
On the bottom of your feet.
I lost my phone, still don’t have it.
Nearly everyone from the Springfield crew stopped by the party. Not only was that a weird feeling to have dear friends of mine from back home see me with a cup in my hand, but the whole concept of them all being there I could not get over. Nighthawk had his fucking guitar out, like seriously. It made me miss home.
I suppose it’s always fun when the two “worlds” of home and here collide, as they are so close to each other that they often interlock, but when it comes that close, it gets weird. It’s hard to bear that weight of choosing who I stick by.
I should’ve spent the night with all my buddies from back home. That would’ve been a lot more fun than sulking alone in my room.