the idiot jester/savant strikes
And not ONLY did I graduate public art high school, I graduated public art high school wearing a giant scooby doo costume.
I have shamed my family and everyone I know; and I have never felt more proud of myself.
Who gives a fuck if I've never really gotten adequate props/recognition for my mad talents?
Who gives a fuck if I don't get to college this year?
My graduation picture with Mr. Crum shaking my furry hand will sustain and nournish me for well another year.
And it shall go high above my mantle.
AND I'm single again, freeing myself all the more for general debauchery and enjoyment of life. I actually stood up for myself and got out of a bad situation before it got worse. (I guess this is a sign that I'm growing up...or just a sign that I should really stop getting myself in these bad situations in the first place.) I put a penny on the tracks of the Crazy Train to wreck that fucker before I got in too deep. Oh man. You know I'm happy when I start mixing analogies that don't really make sense to begin with.
I still haven't cried over graduating, probably because there are so few of those people who I will genuinely miss. Also because I am in far too good of a mood to do so. Hoo-ray!
I have shamed my family and everyone I know; and I have never felt more proud of myself.
Who gives a fuck if I've never really gotten adequate props/recognition for my mad talents?
Who gives a fuck if I don't get to college this year?
My graduation picture with Mr. Crum shaking my furry hand will sustain and nournish me for well another year.
And it shall go high above my mantle.
AND I'm single again, freeing myself all the more for general debauchery and enjoyment of life. I actually stood up for myself and got out of a bad situation before it got worse. (I guess this is a sign that I'm growing up...or just a sign that I should really stop getting myself in these bad situations in the first place.) I put a penny on the tracks of the Crazy Train to wreck that fucker before I got in too deep. Oh man. You know I'm happy when I start mixing analogies that don't really make sense to begin with.
I still haven't cried over graduating, probably because there are so few of those people who I will genuinely miss. Also because I am in far too good of a mood to do so. Hoo-ray!