calling

i'm on call with sid and just chilling after i read a fuck ton of stuff for photography class. tomorrow i'm gonna do stuff for english and read even more photography bullshit. i also need to get back on the yellowdig shit??? its for the herberger institute intro course or sum, and you're supposed to post shit and get to know people. its nice but i don't wanna talk to people.

i had a long ass three-day crashout about about shit my mom did when i was little. i already wrote about some of it but dayum. she really did that i guess. theres a whole ass list in my real journal.

i'm listening to beach house with sid and he says i lied when i said bloom wasn't sad. like okay yeah, maybe i forgot about how sad beach house is, but he says literally every shoegaze band i showed him was also sad. i did try to trick him into listening to guilty of everything by nothing, but he was like "dude look at the title, noooo."

i promise im not trying to make my homies sad i just dont get how everything i listen to is sad. like it checks out but dayum