Random Shit From My Adventures

There are a lot of things that I regret. Like when my mom refused to sign my application for school organizations, I got angry and tore up the application.
Now I'm suffering for the past, but that's okay I'm leaving.
I feel old again, "Back in my day it was punk bands that played at the warped tour" (comments on the hardcore bands that now play on the tour)
And I feel like I'm swimming in a fish tank of grey clouds. Like the sky is pressing down on the earth. And it's funny how certain people re-emerge after long absences.
And I wish that I was in Italy eating puttanesca and drinking grappa in my espresso.
Here I am, ranting....again.
Why is it that the first time that I legitimately vandalize something, that a bitter old lady takes it down (it was a sticker)
And why is it that days like this can go from crappy to perfect (in the most basic sense of the word)
There's a million different shades of green in the grass and trees, I wish I could stay here forever.