a summer lost in the horror vacui
I'd have to say that this summer was by far the most outrageous summer that i can remember. A thought of water makes seconds feel like days. Pencil Man began playing the tuba, they say hes compensating. My classes seem alright this year.
American Lit. 2
History 1301
Psychology
Sociology (feat. Ryan Mayo)
I'm so glad i dont have any math to take right now.
I want a job where I can sit around and read, maybe type some stuff, answer phones, shoot people.
I became a vegetarian which is insane when all you want to eat is pizza and ice cream. Its very easy and I recomend everyone give it a shot. I also eat a lot of goldfish, thats my favorite food right now.
Two of the best books ever written are The Idiot by fyodor Dosteosky and SteppenWolf by Herman Hesse. I'm reading Neusea right now and its right with them. In American Lit we read Hemingway next week. HEMINGWAY! and the other day we read this real bad ass story by Tobias Wolfe about a man who gets shot in the head and the last millisecond of his life is chronicled in which the celebrated theme is thought being more dominant than important events. My professor seems righteous too, hes a writer. I wonder what his stories are like.
Every thing feels momentary, though it seems to others and a lot of the time too myself to be the same.
Oh yes and also, hell is not hell.
American Lit. 2
History 1301
Psychology
Sociology (feat. Ryan Mayo)
I'm so glad i dont have any math to take right now.
I want a job where I can sit around and read, maybe type some stuff, answer phones, shoot people.
I became a vegetarian which is insane when all you want to eat is pizza and ice cream. Its very easy and I recomend everyone give it a shot. I also eat a lot of goldfish, thats my favorite food right now.
Two of the best books ever written are The Idiot by fyodor Dosteosky and SteppenWolf by Herman Hesse. I'm reading Neusea right now and its right with them. In American Lit we read Hemingway next week. HEMINGWAY! and the other day we read this real bad ass story by Tobias Wolfe about a man who gets shot in the head and the last millisecond of his life is chronicled in which the celebrated theme is thought being more dominant than important events. My professor seems righteous too, hes a writer. I wonder what his stories are like.
Every thing feels momentary, though it seems to others and a lot of the time too myself to be the same.
Oh yes and also, hell is not hell.