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Ha. I know no one is reading this so I can say whatever I like. . . . and I've got nothing to say.
Well, anyway. Happy Schmuder Day. And boy isn't life great when you're getting laid. But it's not just that. I'm happy. Really happy. I've been too happy and consumed with life recently to write anything. I've been keeping up in my (real, paper) journal only because I'm not sure when this craziness will all end and when it does I want to be able to reminisce accordingly. Granted, I'd prefer it to not end but at least this way there'll be proof to myself during the summer that yes in fact I did have a life, and a damn good one at that. Plus I have a serious addiction to my journal. So I guess I should do some work and prepare for that bastard's most definite "surprise" quiz tomorrow.
Wish I could leave you (you being my computer screen since no one reads this . . . yet. ha ha) with a nice peice of writing, but like I said. I haven't been writing. Would you understand better if I said that I didn't want to leave his arms?
Want to see how my paranoid mind works?
*****
Happiness is Misery
Happiness cannot last forever
So ride it while you can
The ride is good to the top
But once you reach the pinnacle BEWARE
It can only get worse
Because in happiness there is a hint of misery
Well, anyway. Happy Schmuder Day. And boy isn't life great when you're getting laid. But it's not just that. I'm happy. Really happy. I've been too happy and consumed with life recently to write anything. I've been keeping up in my (real, paper) journal only because I'm not sure when this craziness will all end and when it does I want to be able to reminisce accordingly. Granted, I'd prefer it to not end but at least this way there'll be proof to myself during the summer that yes in fact I did have a life, and a damn good one at that. Plus I have a serious addiction to my journal. So I guess I should do some work and prepare for that bastard's most definite "surprise" quiz tomorrow.
Wish I could leave you (you being my computer screen since no one reads this . . . yet. ha ha) with a nice peice of writing, but like I said. I haven't been writing. Would you understand better if I said that I didn't want to leave his arms?
Want to see how my paranoid mind works?
*****
Happiness is Misery
Happiness cannot last forever
So ride it while you can
The ride is good to the top
But once you reach the pinnacle BEWARE
It can only get worse
Because in happiness there is a hint of misery