The bra bombs and nerd bustings were a fucking lie!
Dan, Jason, and I were at my house watching old episodes of Eye On Metamora tonight, and we realized how much we miss High School. Seriously, I thought only jocks felt like this but I'll be damned if I don't yearn for the good old days back at MTHS. The three of us came to the conclusion that it's because we had more fun our Senior year than most people did. Things were so easy back then, when nothing was expected of us and our options were limited by our own imaginations....
Now we're in college. I know it's a great opportunity and I know I've only been at it for a couple weeks, but shit it's really not fun at all. Everything and everybody is different. I miss everything and everybody. Being a commuter is a pain in the ass because I don't meet anybody. I just drive to school and drive home with classes inbetween. But I doubt I'd meet anybody anyways because Bradley is the most antisocial school on the face of the Earth! I swear to God that you can actually hear a pin drop during passing periods, as well as in all my classes. Speaking of my classes, everyone in my English class is so fucking retarded. They actually want to learn and be educated those morons. I remember in Senior English I would talk to Dan and play Chessica on those shitty MTHS computers everyday, and type papers about how The Great Gatsby smelled and McCormick would give me A's because she is in love with my dad. No one in my English class has a sense of humor, and they HATED my paper about how I'm a bad writer because I think about girls too much. It was just a joke! Jesus, lighten up you assholes. And now I have to write a paper about what I consider to be my "home". I guess I'll just make a list of all 18 houses I've lived in. Or perhaps my definition of home is "The place that makes you cry when you have to leave it". But by that definition, I live in Barnes and Noble so shit I got nothing.
And that's the way everybody is at Bradley, not just the shitty people in my English class. And yes, I have met every single person at Bradley so I know. People ask me, "Well aren't you going to any parties?" as though going to parties will help me meet interesting people. Well yes, I have been to several parties, but I'm sorry if I don't enjoy watching everybody get drunk and/or stoned. I enjoy going to Denny's at three in the morning.
So that's it. I'm done bitching about this. I am going to do something about this problem.
And by "do something" I mean build a time machine.
That's right, I have constructed a vehicle that will allow me to travel back to Senior Year, and relive it all over again. Here is a picture of me traveling through time:
I will call Brett Ring and have him build my time machine for me. From there my options are endless! As you can see, the time machine can hold a couple more people. Anybody that wants to come with me is invited, so hop onboard the Fandel Express. First destination: Last year, when life was beautiful and so was everybody else.
Now we're in college. I know it's a great opportunity and I know I've only been at it for a couple weeks, but shit it's really not fun at all. Everything and everybody is different. I miss everything and everybody. Being a commuter is a pain in the ass because I don't meet anybody. I just drive to school and drive home with classes inbetween. But I doubt I'd meet anybody anyways because Bradley is the most antisocial school on the face of the Earth! I swear to God that you can actually hear a pin drop during passing periods, as well as in all my classes. Speaking of my classes, everyone in my English class is so fucking retarded. They actually want to learn and be educated those morons. I remember in Senior English I would talk to Dan and play Chessica on those shitty MTHS computers everyday, and type papers about how The Great Gatsby smelled and McCormick would give me A's because she is in love with my dad. No one in my English class has a sense of humor, and they HATED my paper about how I'm a bad writer because I think about girls too much. It was just a joke! Jesus, lighten up you assholes. And now I have to write a paper about what I consider to be my "home". I guess I'll just make a list of all 18 houses I've lived in. Or perhaps my definition of home is "The place that makes you cry when you have to leave it". But by that definition, I live in Barnes and Noble so shit I got nothing.
And that's the way everybody is at Bradley, not just the shitty people in my English class. And yes, I have met every single person at Bradley so I know. People ask me, "Well aren't you going to any parties?" as though going to parties will help me meet interesting people. Well yes, I have been to several parties, but I'm sorry if I don't enjoy watching everybody get drunk and/or stoned. I enjoy going to Denny's at three in the morning.
So that's it. I'm done bitching about this. I am going to do something about this problem.
And by "do something" I mean build a time machine.
That's right, I have constructed a vehicle that will allow me to travel back to Senior Year, and relive it all over again. Here is a picture of me traveling through time:
I will call Brett Ring and have him build my time machine for me. From there my options are endless! As you can see, the time machine can hold a couple more people. Anybody that wants to come with me is invited, so hop onboard the Fandel Express. First destination: Last year, when life was beautiful and so was everybody else.