That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
eh...today was pretty rough. TAKS was a drag, but i think i did fairly well. i wrote what i believe to be an awesome poem about having to abandon your innocence and purity of being a child when you are forced to mature....but nobody understood it. oh well...=/ i let a lot of things out tonight...emotionally wise. i feel a bit better. im glad i know ppl who can listen to me and fucking insult everything i do or say. which brings me to another point. all of a suden its like..."cool" to be an ass. anytimeyou speak around certain ppl you get yelled at, called gay or a jew, or hit with some random object. ppl really need to relax and chill out more. ive done it. its awesome. i havnt made fun of micheal day one bit for like...a week now. and it feels good. to just sit back, relax, and not give a fuck. anyways...i really dont feel like taking the math taks....ill most likely fail cos i suck at geometry and math in general. but w/e, worse things have happened. i feel like i just broke through a brick wall Big S. style or something....i dont know why. eh, its late, tired, later...