come with me and sail to sea to see what's going on along the way...
sup dudes. been a bit, i've been uber busy with finals. nah, i'm just fucking you, school ain't got shit on me. i studied for no finals, got B's or better, and wrote four 5-page essays in 2 hours and almost didn't get them handed in. afterwards i got trashed as shit and almost got into a fight with a guy on marta. man, that would've been amazing. so yeah, i feel bad that everyone's dealing with finals, but hey, fuck it. you're going to a real school, i'm not; welcome to the party...
i've got time out the ass now, but neve quite enough. i often run out as everything comes together. gotta learn not to do that, but hey, fuck it. i'm boring, you're not, deal with it.
bass is the intrument of choice, but i would kill somebody, yeah even you, for an acoustic guitar. i so want to just take it places and play. call me old fashioned or cliche or lame, but at the same time, fuck you. at least i have fun, be it sad.
and although this has been a piss-poor demonstartion, i've actually been told be nearly all my teachers that i would make a good writer/philosopher (writer in the sense of writing a philosophic book). like one of my teacher was trying to get one of my analyses published. whatever. i didn't even think it was that fantastic. i mean i had written it an hour before class. eh, maybe this is a good thing. maybe i've found my calling. i mean i wasn't looking for it, and that generally denotes the seriousness. but yet still, is that really what i want to do with my life? growing up sucks. except for the bars, i like the bars. once i'm 21 i'm going to be so fucking old. where's the thrill? why? don't tell me, just be who you be.
so yeah, so goes the tale of matt. given this really tells you nothing, still, you should know.
i like long walks on the beach and fucking. check me out.
You're the Rock Star!
Take What sort of Hipster are you? today!
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Fuck college, fuck a "real" job! Music is your life! You're a hometown hero! You're in at least two local bands and are thinking of forming a third. You sleep on your friend's couch, eat your friend's food, and borrow your friend's car. You frequent the dark city bars and hang with the other rockers and groupies. You wear dirty jeans, well-worn t-shirts, and your hair is a mess. You're sinister and mysterious and look as if you don't give a shit. You worship the Rolling Stones, MC5, and your older brother's band. You're gonna make it big one of these days, you can just feel it.
thanks for listening.
i've got time out the ass now, but neve quite enough. i often run out as everything comes together. gotta learn not to do that, but hey, fuck it. i'm boring, you're not, deal with it.
bass is the intrument of choice, but i would kill somebody, yeah even you, for an acoustic guitar. i so want to just take it places and play. call me old fashioned or cliche or lame, but at the same time, fuck you. at least i have fun, be it sad.
and although this has been a piss-poor demonstartion, i've actually been told be nearly all my teachers that i would make a good writer/philosopher (writer in the sense of writing a philosophic book). like one of my teacher was trying to get one of my analyses published. whatever. i didn't even think it was that fantastic. i mean i had written it an hour before class. eh, maybe this is a good thing. maybe i've found my calling. i mean i wasn't looking for it, and that generally denotes the seriousness. but yet still, is that really what i want to do with my life? growing up sucks. except for the bars, i like the bars. once i'm 21 i'm going to be so fucking old. where's the thrill? why? don't tell me, just be who you be.
so yeah, so goes the tale of matt. given this really tells you nothing, still, you should know.
i like long walks on the beach and fucking. check me out.
You're the Rock Star!
Take What sort of Hipster are you? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.
Fuck college, fuck a "real" job! Music is your life! You're a hometown hero! You're in at least two local bands and are thinking of forming a third. You sleep on your friend's couch, eat your friend's food, and borrow your friend's car. You frequent the dark city bars and hang with the other rockers and groupies. You wear dirty jeans, well-worn t-shirts, and your hair is a mess. You're sinister and mysterious and look as if you don't give a shit. You worship the Rolling Stones, MC5, and your older brother's band. You're gonna make it big one of these days, you can just feel it.
thanks for listening.