mcats
ok so i've been studying for my mcat. shit is ridiculous. it's like trying to memorize everything that's ever happened since someone created a writing system. i've got a week and some days. am i nervous? no, not really. anxious? no, not really. want to get this shit over with so i can finally go out and drink and do whatever the fuck i want? yeah, definitely.
i've been coped up in this house for the past couple weeks and it has nearly driven me insane. And it's all my mom's fault no lie. She criticizes me about everything in the world. from how my hair to how much i study, to everyting. and it's not like "oh i think you should change your hair." she says it like that but if you don't do it then she turns into this demon that you really can't exorcise because that demon is actually your mom. don't get me wrong, my friends think she is the most angelic thing to walk this earth, because she does all this church shit and she won't stop smiling and laughing. i think i get that from her. except when i'm really quiet and solemn, then i get that from my dad. ok now i'm confusing myself.
well anyway, i was thinking about my perspective on life. and i don't really have one. life just happens. i had this really good perspective in freshman and sophomore year of high school. then i had this religious one in junior year. then an alcoholic/pot-head one in senior year. and then it kind of all just dulled out to nothing throughout college. the only time i really get motivated is when i shit.
i sit on the throne and wonder what am i going to do today?
oh yes, i am going to read x amount of chapters and do x practice tests today.
i get off the throne and the first ting i do is wonder why my shit stinks. that just off sets my entire day. i believe i need to anticipate me wondering why my shit smells so that it doesn't throw off my schedule. the reason why i haven't been able to stay on track is all because my shit stinks. if my shit stopped stinking i think i'd be a 4.0 student. unless i started wondering why my shit stopped stinking.
girls can't rape guys. guys just consider it surprise sex. you get a girl to tie me down and get me up and they fuck me; then damn, i just had some of that bdsm shit. you can say "what if it's a fat chick or a chick with STDs." the question is would i enjoy it or no? i mean it's not going to hurt unless she has a bear trap inside her vi-jay-jay. oooo, thinking about that made my weewee cringe. but i mean at that time, the only thing i'd be concerned with is, "do i have to pay you afterwards? because i don't have cash, i hope you take credit. oh and will you untie me afterwards?" now if i was left naked in the middle of some ally tied down and unable to clothe myself...that'd really suck. i'd hope some lady passing by decides i'm worth doing so i can be like "well since you took advantage of me...can you untie me?"
i'm fucking burnt out from studying. look at the shit i think about.
i've been coped up in this house for the past couple weeks and it has nearly driven me insane. And it's all my mom's fault no lie. She criticizes me about everything in the world. from how my hair to how much i study, to everyting. and it's not like "oh i think you should change your hair." she says it like that but if you don't do it then she turns into this demon that you really can't exorcise because that demon is actually your mom. don't get me wrong, my friends think she is the most angelic thing to walk this earth, because she does all this church shit and she won't stop smiling and laughing. i think i get that from her. except when i'm really quiet and solemn, then i get that from my dad. ok now i'm confusing myself.
well anyway, i was thinking about my perspective on life. and i don't really have one. life just happens. i had this really good perspective in freshman and sophomore year of high school. then i had this religious one in junior year. then an alcoholic/pot-head one in senior year. and then it kind of all just dulled out to nothing throughout college. the only time i really get motivated is when i shit.
i sit on the throne and wonder what am i going to do today?
oh yes, i am going to read x amount of chapters and do x practice tests today.
i get off the throne and the first ting i do is wonder why my shit stinks. that just off sets my entire day. i believe i need to anticipate me wondering why my shit smells so that it doesn't throw off my schedule. the reason why i haven't been able to stay on track is all because my shit stinks. if my shit stopped stinking i think i'd be a 4.0 student. unless i started wondering why my shit stopped stinking.
girls can't rape guys. guys just consider it surprise sex. you get a girl to tie me down and get me up and they fuck me; then damn, i just had some of that bdsm shit. you can say "what if it's a fat chick or a chick with STDs." the question is would i enjoy it or no? i mean it's not going to hurt unless she has a bear trap inside her vi-jay-jay. oooo, thinking about that made my weewee cringe. but i mean at that time, the only thing i'd be concerned with is, "do i have to pay you afterwards? because i don't have cash, i hope you take credit. oh and will you untie me afterwards?" now if i was left naked in the middle of some ally tied down and unable to clothe myself...that'd really suck. i'd hope some lady passing by decides i'm worth doing so i can be like "well since you took advantage of me...can you untie me?"
i'm fucking burnt out from studying. look at the shit i think about.