new york city is built of vices - i'm at about a 66.6666% rate
rumor is that the leaves are already falling, i would really like to see these leaves, and also roll in them and have apple cider. i'm missing the colonial times, and also the 60's. i would like a lot to get away from these 17 story buildings and see some quality autumn. if i could be anywhere, it would be a really big field and it would be almost kind of sunset, and there would tons of dead leaves and hugs (the hugs wouldn't be dead)
i'd like someone to lie in bed with and listen to harry hood!!!! i spend so much of my life listening to harry hood, i would like to share it with someone. the song is 15 minutes long, and i listen to it atleast ten times a day, so that's like, a whole lot of my life listening to that song. everytime the song edns i'm like holy crap! there goes another 15 minutes and i've only written two sentences of my english essay?!?! but it seems worth it, because it is a good song
i thought at college i'd be really nervous and worried all the time, but i've never gotten so much sleep in my life and BSing has never been so easy. while saying that i am knocking on my wooden shoe (that is a lie as i have no wooden shoes) and also, a tree (later i will find the one tree in the 5 block area that actually exists (i'd bet that it's a bonsai or a sequoia (all the vowels in one tree type, (i learned that on jeopardy (there are so many parentheses now(i keep wanting to make more (and more (on a TI-89, if you get the parentheses wrong is tells you that there aren't enough arguments))))))). anyways, it's probably just because i have late classes this semester.
i keep on writing all these essays and i feel like i am manufacturing them and i wonder why we put ourselves through this and what i am getting out of it. what am i doing having my parents pay large sums of money for me to do more of the same crap. i spend a lot of time wondering where this is all supposed to be going. i hope i stop thinking this way soon. i really like the idea of doing something with restaurants or hotels, because they make me think of traveling and new things.
the vending machine took 65 of my cents, and i feel that i should write that down so i can forevermore rememeber the grudge which i hold against that piece of crap vending machine.
in conclusion, i miss nature and the vending machine is Hades, who raped Persephone and i am Persephone, except i am not queen of the underworld for one third of the year, which is lame. also, i don't cause winter because Demeter (on the streetz, the call her 'Deo') gets emo when i am gone. in fact, my mom is going to egypt for a month and i hope that she remembers to tell my dad (zeus) before she goes that she is embarking on this noble endeavor to the african continent. being raped is a lot worse than losing money to a vending machine, so this is really metaphorical. also, mer and i are going to take a colonial site road trip over thanksgiving and i'm really excited. that wasn't conclusionatory since i hadn't said it before.
i'd like someone to lie in bed with and listen to harry hood!!!! i spend so much of my life listening to harry hood, i would like to share it with someone. the song is 15 minutes long, and i listen to it atleast ten times a day, so that's like, a whole lot of my life listening to that song. everytime the song edns i'm like holy crap! there goes another 15 minutes and i've only written two sentences of my english essay?!?! but it seems worth it, because it is a good song
i thought at college i'd be really nervous and worried all the time, but i've never gotten so much sleep in my life and BSing has never been so easy. while saying that i am knocking on my wooden shoe (that is a lie as i have no wooden shoes) and also, a tree (later i will find the one tree in the 5 block area that actually exists (i'd bet that it's a bonsai or a sequoia (all the vowels in one tree type, (i learned that on jeopardy (there are so many parentheses now(i keep wanting to make more (and more (on a TI-89, if you get the parentheses wrong is tells you that there aren't enough arguments))))))). anyways, it's probably just because i have late classes this semester.
i keep on writing all these essays and i feel like i am manufacturing them and i wonder why we put ourselves through this and what i am getting out of it. what am i doing having my parents pay large sums of money for me to do more of the same crap. i spend a lot of time wondering where this is all supposed to be going. i hope i stop thinking this way soon. i really like the idea of doing something with restaurants or hotels, because they make me think of traveling and new things.
the vending machine took 65 of my cents, and i feel that i should write that down so i can forevermore rememeber the grudge which i hold against that piece of crap vending machine.
in conclusion, i miss nature and the vending machine is Hades, who raped Persephone and i am Persephone, except i am not queen of the underworld for one third of the year, which is lame. also, i don't cause winter because Demeter (on the streetz, the call her 'Deo') gets emo when i am gone. in fact, my mom is going to egypt for a month and i hope that she remembers to tell my dad (zeus) before she goes that she is embarking on this noble endeavor to the african continent. being raped is a lot worse than losing money to a vending machine, so this is really metaphorical. also, mer and i are going to take a colonial site road trip over thanksgiving and i'm really excited. that wasn't conclusionatory since i hadn't said it before.