infinacy in the form of now
taxi driver is a good fucking movie.
i forgot all about the happy ending.
see it.
what did i do tonight.
same thing i do every night, try to take over the world.
i hit the bong a few tims and watched taxi driver followed by family guy.
came home and busted out the old drum machine.
made some beats.
pretty fly for a white guy.
i want turn tables.
i want a new guitar.
i want a digital camera.
i want a mac.
i want jamie.
i hate the fact that we both know its the end.
were on such good terms, ive never parted with a girl on such good terms.
whenever im with her, im so satisfied and content.
ill miss that, ill miss her.
ill see her again before i leave.
that will be a sad one.
i came up with an idea for a business.
its hard to explain unless you visualize it the way i see it.
a pizza bar.
a bar, that serves pizza, like a bar.
with live bands and shit, but classy.
ach, trust me, its a good idea.
my room is so clean, im ready to leave.
i cleaned it just to spite my parents because they didnt think i could.
ive been listening to tortoise for 3 hours now... they make my brain feel melty.
i would really like to trip on acid again soon.
its funny how when you read these random thoughts you easily see how they are strung together.
there is method to the madness.
im scared to take math again.
im putting it off as long as i can.
i hate math, im not bad at it.
i comprehend the concepts, and the abstractions.
but i just find it tedious, unnessesary and boring.
i ordered some text books i need.
of them im most excited to crack open "applied music theory for the manager, producer, engineer and artist" should prove to be a valuable read.
im writing blather.
dont know why i dont stop.
because i have nothing else to do.
but im done.
i forgot all about the happy ending.
see it.
what did i do tonight.
same thing i do every night, try to take over the world.
i hit the bong a few tims and watched taxi driver followed by family guy.
came home and busted out the old drum machine.
made some beats.
pretty fly for a white guy.
i want turn tables.
i want a new guitar.
i want a digital camera.
i want a mac.
i want jamie.
i hate the fact that we both know its the end.
were on such good terms, ive never parted with a girl on such good terms.
whenever im with her, im so satisfied and content.
ill miss that, ill miss her.
ill see her again before i leave.
that will be a sad one.
i came up with an idea for a business.
its hard to explain unless you visualize it the way i see it.
a pizza bar.
a bar, that serves pizza, like a bar.
with live bands and shit, but classy.
ach, trust me, its a good idea.
my room is so clean, im ready to leave.
i cleaned it just to spite my parents because they didnt think i could.
ive been listening to tortoise for 3 hours now... they make my brain feel melty.
i would really like to trip on acid again soon.
its funny how when you read these random thoughts you easily see how they are strung together.
there is method to the madness.
im scared to take math again.
im putting it off as long as i can.
i hate math, im not bad at it.
i comprehend the concepts, and the abstractions.
but i just find it tedious, unnessesary and boring.
i ordered some text books i need.
of them im most excited to crack open "applied music theory for the manager, producer, engineer and artist" should prove to be a valuable read.
im writing blather.
dont know why i dont stop.
because i have nothing else to do.
but im done.