enemius sleepus
A summer night spent like any other. I'm here to witness the sunrise once again, the only difference being that there's no one around to watch it with me. It's back to responsibility time again -- check your local department stores for big savings. Everyone make sure you get plenty of sleep. What am I saying? You are.
Backspace, backspace, backspace. I keep forgetting not to write crap that people don't care about. What's that? Yeah. I know. I should backspace over this entire journal. I would, but the key broke. I swear.
I'm looking forward to one last year of walking the hallowed halls of Dallastown Area High School. I think I've made it abundantly clear to everyone there that I don't take them seriously. At some point I went from honor student to slacker extraordinaire, replacing A.P. history and latin for driver's ed and basic composition. Such a waste, but this is what I want. I've finally figured it out, or at least put it to words -- I want to be a kid with privleges. Everyone seems intent on forcing me to grow up and forcing me to find some kind of direction. If that's what you want with your life, I'm all for it, just don't tell me what to do. Sure, I'm probably going to regret this. I'm probably going to fuck up big time, but it's my fuck up, and I'm going to love every minute of it. So don't force your life on me. I've already had to slap a few bitches this week for that very reason, and if at all possible I'd like to avoid slapping more. Not that I don't enjoy smacking bitches, because I do... I just don't think you want to be on the wrong end of my precision spanking paddle.
You've probably noticed, but I really didn't have anything to write about tonight. I just felt a need to update, and I'm just rambling to keep myself awake as long as possible. Nothing I fear more than a view of the ceiling in the dark as I wait for sleep. I should really be under right now. My brother is visiting home for the weekend, and I'd like to be coherent enough to at least say hello. I have back to school shopping to do as well -- I haven't purchased a GBA game in months.
I should really be under right now, so I will be.
Backspace, backspace, backspace. I keep forgetting not to write crap that people don't care about. What's that? Yeah. I know. I should backspace over this entire journal. I would, but the key broke. I swear.
I'm looking forward to one last year of walking the hallowed halls of Dallastown Area High School. I think I've made it abundantly clear to everyone there that I don't take them seriously. At some point I went from honor student to slacker extraordinaire, replacing A.P. history and latin for driver's ed and basic composition. Such a waste, but this is what I want. I've finally figured it out, or at least put it to words -- I want to be a kid with privleges. Everyone seems intent on forcing me to grow up and forcing me to find some kind of direction. If that's what you want with your life, I'm all for it, just don't tell me what to do. Sure, I'm probably going to regret this. I'm probably going to fuck up big time, but it's my fuck up, and I'm going to love every minute of it. So don't force your life on me. I've already had to slap a few bitches this week for that very reason, and if at all possible I'd like to avoid slapping more. Not that I don't enjoy smacking bitches, because I do... I just don't think you want to be on the wrong end of my precision spanking paddle.
You've probably noticed, but I really didn't have anything to write about tonight. I just felt a need to update, and I'm just rambling to keep myself awake as long as possible. Nothing I fear more than a view of the ceiling in the dark as I wait for sleep. I should really be under right now. My brother is visiting home for the weekend, and I'd like to be coherent enough to at least say hello. I have back to school shopping to do as well -- I haven't purchased a GBA game in months.
I should really be under right now, so I will be.