Andy. Vancouver. Still a Kid.

My blog consists of word posts, scattered thoughts, with a mixture of my uneasy feelings.

Pretty much its a metaphorical cornucopia of everything that makes up who I am. So feel free to browse around and expect simplicity at its finest & vibe with me.

We fall in love with one version of someone, and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do…I suppose we’re supposed to learn to really embrace the unknown, to embrace evolution, to really flow with it like a living organism.

So today my parents finally understood the concept of college GPA and how they work.

Well fuck me.

What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus

I feel generous today, so here’s a little more mind dump for you.

I like to dream

I dream about what I want to eat for breakfast. I dream about where to go when I make it big. I dream about the person who I want to spend the rest of my life with.

But honesty, one can only dream for so long.

I apologize for the imagery, but my ass has been collecting cobwebs for sitting around so complacent and not stepping forward and going for my dreams.

Note that I wrote “going for” and not “going after” as I have no interest in chasing after my dreams, it’s merely child’s play. I want my dreams to guide me and let me experience the ambiguity of my decisions and let it mold my dreams into greater and better things.

a think a little bit of my soul died along with my phone when it refused to turn on today.

on the bright side, i can actually walk normally and not have my head constantly looking down now.


i just wish i wasn’t consumed by negativity and placing myself into isolation.

i just want chicken wings.

holy shit i log on tumblr every couple weeks, i only wanted to share my cravings.

i think i need to do some soul-searching.

Please throw yourself under a bus if you think I’m no ray of sunshine. I’m not here to sugarcoat your shit.

I’m a fucking realist.

I’m such a wimp.