ode to JOY
i was inspired to make a livejournal post. this rarely happens too, i usually just post for the hell of it. i thought about stuff, and then i decided i should make a liejoynral post.
let me just say this: im listening to the best techno ever and im enthralled.
school is...weird. heres how it is: in the morning i cant EVER get out of bed, i seriously have a mental lock against it no matter how hard i try i cannot move my ass until like 8 30. so i drink mad coffee and i drag myslef to school all late and shit and then i get there...and its fine. totally fine. i even....like it??? yes maybe maybe. because...i have zillions of friends in ALL my classes. and when ur in classes with mad friends you cant HELP to talk the whole fucking time! (this is directed towards david seaward). well...math is the only shitty class. i cant sytand that fucking shit. but yeah, so at school, life is great. rippin butts, packin bowls, rollin jays, and never being a single minute late for any class (any class that matters, ob course). so then i have rehearsal, which is always chill and pretty lowstress and fine, and then i get home...and then here comes another mental blcok:
HOMEWORK. fahgett abouyt it! cant do it. i mean for chrissake, look at the fucking room i live in!! can you expect a man to do any thing besides sleep chill and smoke and eat and have sex in here?? fahgett about it! i just cleaned it tho!!! it looks sooooo nice right now. before tho...oh em gee. it took me 3 hours to clean it up. lots of phish. 3 fucking hours man! there was trash everwhere, a river of clothes polluting the floor, food EVERYWHERE ashes everywhere, the smell of food incense beer weed tobacco and my nice cucumber melon candle (oh my god it smells so fucking amazing) filling the air. ahh the good ol days. until my fucking psycho ass mom went off the deepend and called the fucking cops cause i wouldnt clean it! man that was a bitch out lecture from fucking capricelli or whatever that cops name is haha that twitching motherfucker.
still didnt clean it. but me and my mom we kinda made some amends and shit, so i cleaned it today. it looks nice. reeeeeeaaaalllll nice. im just chillin over in the chair, rippin a few butts and bowls and blunts and bongs and buddha and bambalaca hahaha no no but all thoase weed words start with B! hahahaha. no but just butts and bowls. and the lights are off, except for the blue serenity light in the corner...and believe me folks...i am feeling the serenity oooo yeahhhh baby. when the visualizer is on, it makes a specific hue and changes my mood, even tho i now control it. this means, i am controlling myself. good, good. and...and...glow in the dark weed leaves hang in mid air and swirl around me.
haha oh man but before, the desk was totally covered in papers and trash and food and drinks and fucking orange juice vodka that giulia spilled all over my keyboard and now i can barely press down the keys! whatever. its a good workout for the fingers. carpal tunnel wlecomes me. so anyways i sit there...maybe i should start my homework? maybe, eh? but no. i talk online or listen to music or smoke or watch movies or go get food or watch tv or chill with caleb or play video games or talk on the phone to my dad for farrr longer than any father and son should talk...haha but i like it.
i realized i dont really talk to people that much. like i talk to them in school, sometimes small talk sometimes good talk, but other than that, nope never. not online all that much, well kinda...but i dont really text anymore and yeah im pretty tired of texting more carpal tunnell ahghhhhh
im sick, patrick. i have the suds! no but really i do, when i sneeze bubbles come out.
im lying. im just sick. IN THE MIND!! haha no. well...yeah that too. but i the body man too the body the body! my cough is getting worse, jesus christ. my lungs and troaht are begging for a break! they pain me! i cough til i throw up its not a good feelng. and weed is the thig i need to quit. i have zero motivation to do anything right now. nothing at all. and weed is the thing that is hurting my throat, cause i never caugh when i smoke butts. plus wit butts, once you pop, xthe fun dont stop. im addicted to pot tho too man. its so hard to stop. but cut down! i need to do that.
or else...im gonna hafta go on a parttime sheduool. id stay in english in history, probably? if i dont get more motivated to do anything at all i just cant deal with school and ill need to get on one of these things but itll be good. cause like, 2 or 3 classes a day, and then i go work or do community service (which i desperately need) and it all works out nicely. cause math and the homework are killing me. well the fact of the matter is, im failing all my classes right now basically. except playwriting of course. but including CPR :( i like going to 4 of my classes tho at least...but the failure is impeding right upon mine shoulders and back! it hoights. and then what, a fifth year?
fuck that. but it may be worth it...
thats what school is. and my room is. and girls are...i dont care at all.
my dilemma: when i open my window at night, i cant get up in the morning even more cause my room is so friggin cold so theres a problem. so i put on pijamas, and the heat, and i love my comforter so much its so comfy...but then, i wake up in the morning, and im warm, but im moist. from sweat. all night long. and that is the yuckiest feeling ever, besides haves some sticky shit all over you. so im either too cold or all sweaty...dear rosie, what do i do?
eat snacky smores.
oh and masturbate more often.
let me just say this: im listening to the best techno ever and im enthralled.
school is...weird. heres how it is: in the morning i cant EVER get out of bed, i seriously have a mental lock against it no matter how hard i try i cannot move my ass until like 8 30. so i drink mad coffee and i drag myslef to school all late and shit and then i get there...and its fine. totally fine. i even....like it??? yes maybe maybe. because...i have zillions of friends in ALL my classes. and when ur in classes with mad friends you cant HELP to talk the whole fucking time! (this is directed towards david seaward). well...math is the only shitty class. i cant sytand that fucking shit. but yeah, so at school, life is great. rippin butts, packin bowls, rollin jays, and never being a single minute late for any class (any class that matters, ob course). so then i have rehearsal, which is always chill and pretty lowstress and fine, and then i get home...and then here comes another mental blcok:
HOMEWORK. fahgett abouyt it! cant do it. i mean for chrissake, look at the fucking room i live in!! can you expect a man to do any thing besides sleep chill and smoke and eat and have sex in here?? fahgett about it! i just cleaned it tho!!! it looks sooooo nice right now. before tho...oh em gee. it took me 3 hours to clean it up. lots of phish. 3 fucking hours man! there was trash everwhere, a river of clothes polluting the floor, food EVERYWHERE ashes everywhere, the smell of food incense beer weed tobacco and my nice cucumber melon candle (oh my god it smells so fucking amazing) filling the air. ahh the good ol days. until my fucking psycho ass mom went off the deepend and called the fucking cops cause i wouldnt clean it! man that was a bitch out lecture from fucking capricelli or whatever that cops name is haha that twitching motherfucker.
still didnt clean it. but me and my mom we kinda made some amends and shit, so i cleaned it today. it looks nice. reeeeeeaaaalllll nice. im just chillin over in the chair, rippin a few butts and bowls and blunts and bongs and buddha and bambalaca hahaha no no but all thoase weed words start with B! hahahaha. no but just butts and bowls. and the lights are off, except for the blue serenity light in the corner...and believe me folks...i am feeling the serenity oooo yeahhhh baby. when the visualizer is on, it makes a specific hue and changes my mood, even tho i now control it. this means, i am controlling myself. good, good. and...and...glow in the dark weed leaves hang in mid air and swirl around me.
haha oh man but before, the desk was totally covered in papers and trash and food and drinks and fucking orange juice vodka that giulia spilled all over my keyboard and now i can barely press down the keys! whatever. its a good workout for the fingers. carpal tunnel wlecomes me. so anyways i sit there...maybe i should start my homework? maybe, eh? but no. i talk online or listen to music or smoke or watch movies or go get food or watch tv or chill with caleb or play video games or talk on the phone to my dad for farrr longer than any father and son should talk...haha but i like it.
i realized i dont really talk to people that much. like i talk to them in school, sometimes small talk sometimes good talk, but other than that, nope never. not online all that much, well kinda...but i dont really text anymore and yeah im pretty tired of texting more carpal tunnell ahghhhhh
im sick, patrick. i have the suds! no but really i do, when i sneeze bubbles come out.
im lying. im just sick. IN THE MIND!! haha no. well...yeah that too. but i the body man too the body the body! my cough is getting worse, jesus christ. my lungs and troaht are begging for a break! they pain me! i cough til i throw up its not a good feelng. and weed is the thig i need to quit. i have zero motivation to do anything right now. nothing at all. and weed is the thing that is hurting my throat, cause i never caugh when i smoke butts. plus wit butts, once you pop, xthe fun dont stop. im addicted to pot tho too man. its so hard to stop. but cut down! i need to do that.
or else...im gonna hafta go on a parttime sheduool. id stay in english in history, probably? if i dont get more motivated to do anything at all i just cant deal with school and ill need to get on one of these things but itll be good. cause like, 2 or 3 classes a day, and then i go work or do community service (which i desperately need) and it all works out nicely. cause math and the homework are killing me. well the fact of the matter is, im failing all my classes right now basically. except playwriting of course. but including CPR :( i like going to 4 of my classes tho at least...but the failure is impeding right upon mine shoulders and back! it hoights. and then what, a fifth year?
fuck that. but it may be worth it...
thats what school is. and my room is. and girls are...i dont care at all.
my dilemma: when i open my window at night, i cant get up in the morning even more cause my room is so friggin cold so theres a problem. so i put on pijamas, and the heat, and i love my comforter so much its so comfy...but then, i wake up in the morning, and im warm, but im moist. from sweat. all night long. and that is the yuckiest feeling ever, besides haves some sticky shit all over you. so im either too cold or all sweaty...dear rosie, what do i do?
eat snacky smores.
oh and masturbate more often.