Be cool, buy the dashboard book like i did.
There's something so strange about having the first day of school on Valentine's day... Well, it shouldn't be that weird, Valentine's day has never been "special" for me, even when i had a girlfriend, i'd get some girly stuffed animal or something which is just weird for a guy to recieve... i think its more because she thought it was funny... or thought i was girly... either way... hallmark made a fortune and i ended up spending a hundred dollars or so on one day that can never be as perfect as a female might imagine, and in the end, isn't that the point of holidays. money, women almost happy, money, food, chocolate, flowers, cards.. I'm sure some people enjoy the day. attractive girls and happy people, those jerks. But still, the mastermind behind planning the first day of school on Valentines day better have gotten fired. And to all of the hundreds of ladies that secretly read my journal, i love valentines day, and everything i just said wasn't me. i think it's a wonderful meaningful holiday, and what better way to spend our tax returns and paint the town red.
speaking of tax returns, i got almost three hundred dollars back! that's exciting. Its funny. how my gross yearly income is thousands below the poverty line, and the government still jacks a couple hundred from me to pay for people who make babies for a living, but they do give me a little bit back, and i'm happy about it. like they're doing me some kind of favor. i may be poor, and a jerk, and i whine about everything, but i still think the liberal view on taxing is the most ridiculous idea ever. i think they should just focus all of their brain power on bringing Huey Long back from the dead.
I can't wait till freakin summer. This whole spring semester is just going to be a preparation for summer. That first beach bonfire is going to be amazing... awwww.. so much new material. i got tired of just playing dashboard, even though the ladies still like it, but the older i get, the more cheezy it feels. but i'm still cheezy. what could be more cheezy than singing emo love songs to girls on the beach. i think i'm just going to have to add some stuff to my repertoire. a little bit of John Mayer, a little bit of the easy listening cheezyness from Frank Sinatra and Michael Bublé... and to throw everyone off, i'm going to relearn some death metal... my fingers have gotten slow and lazy. It's weird, i don't think of myself as one who draws a lot of attention to himself, but once you get me on the beach with a girl and a guitar, something pops inside me. actually, it doesn't even have to be at the beach... aww good times...
speaking of tax returns, i got almost three hundred dollars back! that's exciting. Its funny. how my gross yearly income is thousands below the poverty line, and the government still jacks a couple hundred from me to pay for people who make babies for a living, but they do give me a little bit back, and i'm happy about it. like they're doing me some kind of favor. i may be poor, and a jerk, and i whine about everything, but i still think the liberal view on taxing is the most ridiculous idea ever. i think they should just focus all of their brain power on bringing Huey Long back from the dead.
I can't wait till freakin summer. This whole spring semester is just going to be a preparation for summer. That first beach bonfire is going to be amazing... awwww.. so much new material. i got tired of just playing dashboard, even though the ladies still like it, but the older i get, the more cheezy it feels. but i'm still cheezy. what could be more cheezy than singing emo love songs to girls on the beach. i think i'm just going to have to add some stuff to my repertoire. a little bit of John Mayer, a little bit of the easy listening cheezyness from Frank Sinatra and Michael Bublé... and to throw everyone off, i'm going to relearn some death metal... my fingers have gotten slow and lazy. It's weird, i don't think of myself as one who draws a lot of attention to himself, but once you get me on the beach with a girl and a guitar, something pops inside me. actually, it doesn't even have to be at the beach... aww good times...