cry me a river, build me a bridge...

i thought this post secret was very similar to life right now
but things are looking wayy up

i met someone this weekend, and i cant wait to see them again, im really excited for the future if things work out nicely. it seems like karma has finally decided to throw some good stuff at me.
<3

I've tasted blood and I want more! (MORE! MORE! MORE!)

Ok, so yesterday was a magical day,
I talked to my secret crush, and even if I came off as a rambling idiot it was still great. My day was made.

Wel, now that thats out, lets move on, Jason will stop trying to think naughty thoughts. It's the weekend (YAY!) and my one armed friend is coming into town (she lives 2 1/2 hours away) so I'm going out with her soon.

Ak, yeah. So what if I have nothing more to talk about, let me be a woman and gush for a moment, it was only a few words but it made my day and it was blog worthy in my opinion...
and it's also a summary of my love life within the past, say... year?

That's pretty sad there Jason.

I know, you don't have to remind me...

And so somehow Jason managed to switch from first peron, to third person, to talking to himself, then back to third person, now I'm rambling, so he's ending off the blog before Jason gets worse at writing



Touch-a-touch-a-touch me!
I wanna be dirrrty!

Never to have loved at all...

I should really be going to bed soon
Ive been looking at internet conspiracies and listening to the Dresden Dolls for the past few hours.

My Religion and the Arts class is slowly turning me into a Buddhist. That's weird.

Also I've been getting Corner Brook fever again recently, I hate this town. People are starting to bug the hell out of me. People who I normally would be dying to hang out with, but now I would be happy to just move away and start a new life, with a new name, and pretend Jason Wells never existed. but then again, there are other people who I would miss more than anything, maybe they'll just come with me...

And the love life you ask? nope, no signs yet, maybe it took a wrong turn at Albuquerque. That's depressing too. Times like this I wish I was a slutty little punk who doesn't give a shit about anything. I looked love in the eyes again yesterday, but I had to keep walking as usual. Everyone else is over this, but I can't get either one of them out of my head. A ruined friendship and a lost... I don't know what to call it, "love" sounds a bit teenage girl of me to say, but I never even got the chance to find out the truth about how he feels about this, or even if he knows...


That is why I want,
A,
Coin-
Operated Boy
DUN-DUN!

The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning

I'm Jason Wells.
I'm an art student.
I get stressed out so much I'm going gray at the age of 19, and its actually been going gray for a number of years. My mom found the first one when I was 3.
I'm afraid of fingernail flicking, getting crushed in a bunk bed, and spiders.
I am 19 and waiting for my life to start.
At this very second I'm listening to The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I love hats, buttons, funny (sun)glasses, and safety pins.
I think I am going to go eat.


Peace Out, A-Town, Down!