life trips over its shoelaces
okay, so today was a crappy day.
i've gotten about 4 hours average of sleep a day for the last 2 weeks and i guess i'm starting to lose myself. feelin ok but the things i do, i don't even stop to think about the shit i'm getting myself into.
i almost a got a timeback from rick rees for being dementedly unsober in class today but he went as far as being a total asshole. i mean, i sorta mocked him in a way while he made accusing remarks about what i was doing but he was actin like a 6 year old. i told him that my segment did not have much significance whatsoever and he bounced back humiliated, as if the "Great Gatsby" was his grandmother. rick defended his passion for the book with the grace and resolve of a hospitalized marine animal. he said, "i could write a whole theology on those two paragraphs brandon". i restrained myself from telling him that i could've written a whole theology on what a fucktard he was.
i didn't even realize that he was about to dish me a timeback til other ppl told me so. i was too tired, too deaf.
the other fucked up part of my day is the fact that scott the ski team coach has changed his mind once again and is having us go up the hill tomorrow. as p lang would say it, "ballocks". so what r we doing scott? checkin out the goddamn bare rocks? i was so looking forward to a *productive* saturday but now i getta drag my ass along volcanic sediment and solid ice. THERE IS NO SNOW. just check the fucking weather cam. i'm honestly too fagged to go anywhere at 5 in the morning let alone pointlessly battle the summer-esque mountain. can't do this. i can't.
never was crazy about movies but i guess i'm really anticipated about the release of sin city. the film looks mucho chill will the color drop and splay effect, not to mention the insane cast. also in love with the trailer song, Cells, by The Servant.
i wish i could edit these but i still hafta wait a bit till i get my old compo backo.
i've gotten about 4 hours average of sleep a day for the last 2 weeks and i guess i'm starting to lose myself. feelin ok but the things i do, i don't even stop to think about the shit i'm getting myself into.
i almost a got a timeback from rick rees for being dementedly unsober in class today but he went as far as being a total asshole. i mean, i sorta mocked him in a way while he made accusing remarks about what i was doing but he was actin like a 6 year old. i told him that my segment did not have much significance whatsoever and he bounced back humiliated, as if the "Great Gatsby" was his grandmother. rick defended his passion for the book with the grace and resolve of a hospitalized marine animal. he said, "i could write a whole theology on those two paragraphs brandon". i restrained myself from telling him that i could've written a whole theology on what a fucktard he was.
i didn't even realize that he was about to dish me a timeback til other ppl told me so. i was too tired, too deaf.
the other fucked up part of my day is the fact that scott the ski team coach has changed his mind once again and is having us go up the hill tomorrow. as p lang would say it, "ballocks". so what r we doing scott? checkin out the goddamn bare rocks? i was so looking forward to a *productive* saturday but now i getta drag my ass along volcanic sediment and solid ice. THERE IS NO SNOW. just check the fucking weather cam. i'm honestly too fagged to go anywhere at 5 in the morning let alone pointlessly battle the summer-esque mountain. can't do this. i can't.
never was crazy about movies but i guess i'm really anticipated about the release of sin city. the film looks mucho chill will the color drop and splay effect, not to mention the insane cast. also in love with the trailer song, Cells, by The Servant.
i wish i could edit these but i still hafta wait a bit till i get my old compo backo.