i didnt study! oh shart!!
well, im damn happy still! i aced my psych test and anthro test, so damn easy. im now sitting here. no idea what to do but maybe write my outline for my descriptive essay. Im thinking about writing it about the appreciation for individual sound and expression. Damn. Basically its inspired by a song "sing me something soft, sad and delicate, or something loud and out of key.. sing like you think no ones listening.".. or maybe ill just write about my appreciation and obsession with the feeling of being alive, how i feel it is generated. It shouldnt be hard if i hold no expectations.. lets do it?.
PS damn [she] was so badass it made me all hot and bothered! honey i love you and youre live journal posts ^^
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How does one fulfill the emphasis on the feeling you getfrom being alive, when in most cases we dont even feel we can fathom the amount of information it would take. It is the most advanced theory, it is the most underrated feeling in text. Its almost impossible to describe considering first off its all arbitrary, and the phrase "feeling alive" has just been reduced to drinking and driving. Where do i stand when i get this emotional excertion from a sound that is conveyed into an thought or an understanding of something abstract. Where does my body stand, it stands alone because what mybody is capable of isnt capable of this. Well maybe it is, it is capable in the sense of justiculation and dancing. Ill get lost and be found at the same time, instantaneously. Where do i begin to write this paper? its almost as though im writing about my biggest passion and lacking the abiltiy to give it the noteriety it deserves. Im writing about life in its deepest form, being alive, unless you believe its about being dead. I dont. This paper cant fit into that clock in the wall of my english room, or the computer commons, or the little clock on the bottom right hand corner. It cant fit in the tip of a pencil, its tangible, i know it is. I see it, touch it, feel it all the time. FUCK ITS LIKE IT COMES IN AND I JUST WANT JUMP OUT OF MY CHAIR< SCREAM AND YELL, FUCK IT LET THEM WATCH< THEY DONT GET IT. "haha i sound like an idiot" <-Fuck that perception, its all been induced by my so called peers. Damn i have a hate for mankind. They arent stopping me from doing it.. I am. fuck. riding solo is hard... where those friends when ya need em?
PS damn [she] was so badass it made me all hot and bothered! honey i love you and youre live journal posts ^^
EDIT::
How does one fulfill the emphasis on the feeling you getfrom being alive, when in most cases we dont even feel we can fathom the amount of information it would take. It is the most advanced theory, it is the most underrated feeling in text. Its almost impossible to describe considering first off its all arbitrary, and the phrase "feeling alive" has just been reduced to drinking and driving. Where do i stand when i get this emotional excertion from a sound that is conveyed into an thought or an understanding of something abstract. Where does my body stand, it stands alone because what mybody is capable of isnt capable of this. Well maybe it is, it is capable in the sense of justiculation and dancing. Ill get lost and be found at the same time, instantaneously. Where do i begin to write this paper? its almost as though im writing about my biggest passion and lacking the abiltiy to give it the noteriety it deserves. Im writing about life in its deepest form, being alive, unless you believe its about being dead. I dont. This paper cant fit into that clock in the wall of my english room, or the computer commons, or the little clock on the bottom right hand corner. It cant fit in the tip of a pencil, its tangible, i know it is. I see it, touch it, feel it all the time. FUCK ITS LIKE IT COMES IN AND I JUST WANT JUMP OUT OF MY CHAIR< SCREAM AND YELL, FUCK IT LET THEM WATCH< THEY DONT GET IT. "haha i sound like an idiot" <-Fuck that perception, its all been induced by my so called peers. Damn i have a hate for mankind. They arent stopping me from doing it.. I am. fuck. riding solo is hard... where those friends when ya need em?