I will go down with this ship...I won't put my hands up and surrender...
It'd be nice to know who your true friends are once in a while. And I mean, aboslutely-positively-without-a-doubt-100%-bet-your-life-and-everything-in-it-never-fail-most-defintely sure. There are some I have no doubt of. But others... I feel like trusting someone is a gamble. But maybe it always is.
I wish I knew what being in love felt like.
I went to Vivian's art class thingy today and then we walked around the museum together. It was really really... cool. I dunno, there's something about being able to walk around a place like that, full of breakable untouchable objects that don't make any fun noises and lots of adults, and still have a wonderful time with someone. And when you're both art freaks it's just fantasmatastic. Yay for the impressionist pink and yellow clouds and that fucking awesome pile of junk (literally).
I should really be in bed right now.... I have finals Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and then finally, fucking FINALLY it's pretty much all over. AQUABATS AND SYZLAKS AND BTA AND ESKAPADE! Wootage. I'm pretty much living for that. My stupid knee better be better by then or I'll cry, but I don't really care, seeing as how I'm gonna be skanking whether it hurts or not.
Skanking is great.. there are no rules, everyone looks stupid doing it, you can't go wrong, it's invigorating, and when you get a skank pit, man.. it's just so much fun. I tried to explain skanking to a girl in my math class... but it didn't really work. There is no explanation for this experience; one just must experience it for oneself.
Eh.. for those of you who care, I got an 89% on my bio final.. woot. Which is good. And...... I dunno, I kinda forgot where my train of thought was going but I just realized you were never informed of some things which happened a while ago. But I don't even remember what they were, so you're gonna have to suck it up and have a missing void in your caledar of my life.
Went to the carnival today too. It's a good thing I don't gamble, or I'd be screwed. I played that stupid beer bottle game for the gorgeous blue Carebear for so damn long and I almost won 3 times... oh well, I guess I learned my lesson. Then me and Ashley, who was also trying and never got it, drowned our sorrows in fried dough and french fries (oh, such good artery clogging goodness...). I feel really dirty and unhealthy from that carnival.
Yesterday night me and Vivian were watching Newlyweds and Whose Line and it was mutually decided that foreigners should just never watch American TV. According to that, we're all stupid, ditzy, vain, ridiculous, think all balding men are funny, love making up songs on the spo-- never mind. They just shouldn't watch it, it would ruin their idolized idea of the US...... ha, yeah right, what idealistic idea? America's not doing so hot on the international scale lately... oh well, whatcha gonna do.
It's really scary to realize your own change. I mean, have you ever thought about it? You're not the same person you were 10 seconds ago. Or the same person now that you were when you finished that last sentence. From here I could insert some cliched statement like, "That's why we should always live life to the fullest etc etc" or "Life is always changing etc etc", or "You'll never get a second chance etc etc". And those are all great..... for washed up, lowlife motivational speakers. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that it's a lot easier to realize change when it doesn't apply to you < insert analogous situation from nature here >
Have you ever thought about the human body? So many little chance happenings had to fall just into place. For our body to function properly, so many little things need to be being done exactly right around the clock. Just take one part of the body (haha, yes, I know what you're thinking, but it's not that... or that... OR THAT!), like eyes. You have veins, retinas, irises, pupils, eyelids, eyelashes, nerves, more nerves, corneas, eyesockets and just all of these things have to work just right or you can't see. I mean, it makes me wanna rip out my eyeball and look at how complicated and fantastic it is just because it's so amazing. You probably don't really care about your eyes or any "stupid crap" like that, but I for one am highly.... impressed? Stupified? Dumbfounded? at how marvelously it all works. Or your hands... damn man, I mean... YOUR FUCKING HANDS.
I think I really need some sleep. Bon soir.
"And even though Whistler's mother was an old bat, he stuck by her and painted this amazing picture of her because he loved her. And that's just marvelous... at least, that's what I think." or something along those lines
-"Bean" the movie
I wish I knew what being in love felt like.
I went to Vivian's art class thingy today and then we walked around the museum together. It was really really... cool. I dunno, there's something about being able to walk around a place like that, full of breakable untouchable objects that don't make any fun noises and lots of adults, and still have a wonderful time with someone. And when you're both art freaks it's just fantasmatastic. Yay for the impressionist pink and yellow clouds and that fucking awesome pile of junk (literally).
I should really be in bed right now.... I have finals Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and then finally, fucking FINALLY it's pretty much all over. AQUABATS AND SYZLAKS AND BTA AND ESKAPADE! Wootage. I'm pretty much living for that. My stupid knee better be better by then or I'll cry, but I don't really care, seeing as how I'm gonna be skanking whether it hurts or not.
Skanking is great.. there are no rules, everyone looks stupid doing it, you can't go wrong, it's invigorating, and when you get a skank pit, man.. it's just so much fun. I tried to explain skanking to a girl in my math class... but it didn't really work. There is no explanation for this experience; one just must experience it for oneself.
Eh.. for those of you who care, I got an 89% on my bio final.. woot. Which is good. And...... I dunno, I kinda forgot where my train of thought was going but I just realized you were never informed of some things which happened a while ago. But I don't even remember what they were, so you're gonna have to suck it up and have a missing void in your caledar of my life.
Went to the carnival today too. It's a good thing I don't gamble, or I'd be screwed. I played that stupid beer bottle game for the gorgeous blue Carebear for so damn long and I almost won 3 times... oh well, I guess I learned my lesson. Then me and Ashley, who was also trying and never got it, drowned our sorrows in fried dough and french fries (oh, such good artery clogging goodness...). I feel really dirty and unhealthy from that carnival.
Yesterday night me and Vivian were watching Newlyweds and Whose Line and it was mutually decided that foreigners should just never watch American TV. According to that, we're all stupid, ditzy, vain, ridiculous, think all balding men are funny, love making up songs on the spo-- never mind. They just shouldn't watch it, it would ruin their idolized idea of the US...... ha, yeah right, what idealistic idea? America's not doing so hot on the international scale lately... oh well, whatcha gonna do.
It's really scary to realize your own change. I mean, have you ever thought about it? You're not the same person you were 10 seconds ago. Or the same person now that you were when you finished that last sentence. From here I could insert some cliched statement like, "That's why we should always live life to the fullest etc etc" or "Life is always changing etc etc", or "You'll never get a second chance etc etc". And those are all great..... for washed up, lowlife motivational speakers. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that it's a lot easier to realize change when it doesn't apply to you < insert analogous situation from nature here >
Have you ever thought about the human body? So many little chance happenings had to fall just into place. For our body to function properly, so many little things need to be being done exactly right around the clock. Just take one part of the body (haha, yes, I know what you're thinking, but it's not that... or that... OR THAT!), like eyes. You have veins, retinas, irises, pupils, eyelids, eyelashes, nerves, more nerves, corneas, eyesockets and just all of these things have to work just right or you can't see. I mean, it makes me wanna rip out my eyeball and look at how complicated and fantastic it is just because it's so amazing. You probably don't really care about your eyes or any "stupid crap" like that, but I for one am highly.... impressed? Stupified? Dumbfounded? at how marvelously it all works. Or your hands... damn man, I mean... YOUR FUCKING HANDS.
I think I really need some sleep. Bon soir.
"And even though Whistler's mother was an old bat, he stuck by her and painted this amazing picture of her because he loved her. And that's just marvelous... at least, that's what I think." or something along those lines
-"Bean" the movie