Life, the infinite frontier.
So I've decided that life is extraordinarily odd as of lately. I woke up this morning thinking that everything that has happened is a dream and then realized that I just didn't get enough sleep. Sometimes when the two lapse together, they combine into a giant mass of uncomprehensible images that may or may not be real. It's abstract and insane but mostly trippy, if you'll allow me to be a hippie for a moment. It is the day after 4/20.
Yesterday, I was given the title of Secretary of the Dems. First, though, I had to be initiated via verbal harassments. It was not a good time nor place for me to be publicly humiliated. This week hasn't been good to me. But now I have POWER and I shall corrupt absolutely. ahem.
I'm gaining shirts at an extraordinary pace. Somehow, they keep arriving and I keep buying. Do not ask me where my money comes from, I do not want to think about that. But I shall leave this year with a good grasp on philosophy and four hundred or so shirts proclaiming my extracurriculars.
I like surprises. I adore surprising people and waking up to something unexpected. I like the thought that things aren't as predictable as I make them out to be. It gives me a good reason to wake up in the morning and fall asleep at night.
Everything that I've been doing lately is a cry for help but I've gotten over it. I'm better now, I think. At least I've cried enough in the past few days to last me a year. My tear ducts are hating me.
My term paper for philosophy is apparently done incredibly wrong. I know school-related activities don't matter to my three loyal readers but I'm fucked. The end. And I turned it in with a smile on my face, obviously oblivious to my impending doom.
Obviously oblivious is my new favorite phrase.
First year. Done in two weeks. I'll be home and lost. I need to find a job; where, I do not know. Let's hope this wit and ability to be a lackey get me somewhere in life. Or at least, in summer.
Je n'aime pas les hommes. Ils sont tres compliques.
I've decided that my one goal in life is to always stay true to myself. That, and to not die. However, I think I might actually achieve the first one.
Want to hear a funny joke? I do. Someone tell me one. Instead of questioning your moral values and testing your beliefs, I want a damn funny joke. Do not make it racist or sexist, however, otherwise I might have to shoot you with a blow gun.
Yesterday, I was given the title of Secretary of the Dems. First, though, I had to be initiated via verbal harassments. It was not a good time nor place for me to be publicly humiliated. This week hasn't been good to me. But now I have POWER and I shall corrupt absolutely. ahem.
I'm gaining shirts at an extraordinary pace. Somehow, they keep arriving and I keep buying. Do not ask me where my money comes from, I do not want to think about that. But I shall leave this year with a good grasp on philosophy and four hundred or so shirts proclaiming my extracurriculars.
I like surprises. I adore surprising people and waking up to something unexpected. I like the thought that things aren't as predictable as I make them out to be. It gives me a good reason to wake up in the morning and fall asleep at night.
Everything that I've been doing lately is a cry for help but I've gotten over it. I'm better now, I think. At least I've cried enough in the past few days to last me a year. My tear ducts are hating me.
My term paper for philosophy is apparently done incredibly wrong. I know school-related activities don't matter to my three loyal readers but I'm fucked. The end. And I turned it in with a smile on my face, obviously oblivious to my impending doom.
Obviously oblivious is my new favorite phrase.
First year. Done in two weeks. I'll be home and lost. I need to find a job; where, I do not know. Let's hope this wit and ability to be a lackey get me somewhere in life. Or at least, in summer.
Je n'aime pas les hommes. Ils sont tres compliques.
I've decided that my one goal in life is to always stay true to myself. That, and to not die. However, I think I might actually achieve the first one.
Want to hear a funny joke? I do. Someone tell me one. Instead of questioning your moral values and testing your beliefs, I want a damn funny joke. Do not make it racist or sexist, however, otherwise I might have to shoot you with a blow gun.