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A wise man once said, "I learned the only thing promised in life is death."
That man was Kanye West at the 2005 Grammy Awards. Plenty of other dudes said the exact same thing, but they never put out 'The College Dropout'. So fuck 'em.
Booyakasha.
Lately I'm learning the same thing, and as a result, I'm finding there really isn't any use in being pessimistic or feeling let down when it comes to the majority of things. And it rules. It rules when you have no expectations. This whole downtime I'm undergoing now that Rumors closed could be a lot more depressing if I really picked it apart to death, but I know better then that. It just isn't worth it. So instead, I just sleep and read most the afternoon. This cycle will continue until I get the 3/4's of my car back and can drive again, after which I'll start working right away. And I'm totally fine with that; I'm looking forward it.
Criminal Justice class is absolutely amazing. I have Mr. Webb who is a pretty interesting guy, he knows a lot, and the only thing he really has scheduled for us to do is watch episodes of Law & Order, World's Scariest Police Chases, Dragnett, and this show on A&E called Dog, which I decided, is hands down the greatest show I've ever seen. It's a real documentary on the life of an ex-pro wrestler who lives in Hawaii and is a 'professional' bounty hunter alongside his brother, son, wife and nephew. They drive around in their SUV and apprehend ugly bitches with unibrows who slang drugs and ghetto guys who live on the beach in a tent wanted for drug possession.
I just can't put it in words, but if they ever put it out on DVD, I won't have to. Matt Hair and I will be the first ones to buy it too, that much I can promise.
Today in class a Navy recruiter came and talked to our Government class. He went around the class and asked everyone what they wanted to do after highschool or what they'd major in in college. Out of the aerospace engineers, political scientists & real estate agents, I think I was the only idiot who wanted to be a writer.
Goddamn. I miss all the Rumors kids. It's hard to no longer have the day to day.
Anyway, I'm just going to park my ass right back into bed. I'll get out as soon as my car gets out of the ghetto. At least with the side smashed in it'll just blend right in.
That man was Kanye West at the 2005 Grammy Awards. Plenty of other dudes said the exact same thing, but they never put out 'The College Dropout'. So fuck 'em.
Booyakasha.
Lately I'm learning the same thing, and as a result, I'm finding there really isn't any use in being pessimistic or feeling let down when it comes to the majority of things. And it rules. It rules when you have no expectations. This whole downtime I'm undergoing now that Rumors closed could be a lot more depressing if I really picked it apart to death, but I know better then that. It just isn't worth it. So instead, I just sleep and read most the afternoon. This cycle will continue until I get the 3/4's of my car back and can drive again, after which I'll start working right away. And I'm totally fine with that; I'm looking forward it.
Criminal Justice class is absolutely amazing. I have Mr. Webb who is a pretty interesting guy, he knows a lot, and the only thing he really has scheduled for us to do is watch episodes of Law & Order, World's Scariest Police Chases, Dragnett, and this show on A&E called Dog, which I decided, is hands down the greatest show I've ever seen. It's a real documentary on the life of an ex-pro wrestler who lives in Hawaii and is a 'professional' bounty hunter alongside his brother, son, wife and nephew. They drive around in their SUV and apprehend ugly bitches with unibrows who slang drugs and ghetto guys who live on the beach in a tent wanted for drug possession.
I just can't put it in words, but if they ever put it out on DVD, I won't have to. Matt Hair and I will be the first ones to buy it too, that much I can promise.
Today in class a Navy recruiter came and talked to our Government class. He went around the class and asked everyone what they wanted to do after highschool or what they'd major in in college. Out of the aerospace engineers, political scientists & real estate agents, I think I was the only idiot who wanted to be a writer.
Goddamn. I miss all the Rumors kids. It's hard to no longer have the day to day.
Anyway, I'm just going to park my ass right back into bed. I'll get out as soon as my car gets out of the ghetto. At least with the side smashed in it'll just blend right in.