It's nearly one, I've only just recently spilt scalding-hot water over my hands, and I am trashed. This is no way to prepare for my senior seminar - I've got it tomorrow at ten - let alone prepare tea. Yikes! I have to read stuff and write stuff and oh no! At least I'm enjoying living in the moment, now, because my pop-punk binge will have to eventually come to an end and I'll have to kick myself back into gear. It's crazy that after, what?, four years of college I have only recently started to find a few good excuses to study.
Gahh. I'm overwhelmed and that means life is wonderful. I sleep too little and the little stress-twitches above my eye flair up often, but this is what I live off of. I'm in over my head, but at least it is something I'm controlling. I don't want to enter the "real world" after this. It seems as though doing that goes completely opposite to my normal beliefs. Honestly, why would I want to resign my fate into the hands of someone else? And that's what scares me most about life outside of academia. Shit son. You're production project isn't coming together anything like you were planning, but at least it's your fault. You own, god damn, wonderful, fault.
Point being. I love school. The ups, the down, and all those other stuffs and things.
Here is some awesome pop-punk circa early 90's
Preview:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXLh4DGeCn4Listentoitandwhatever:
http://www.mediafire.com/?dwjzo2fwbmt Here is some other interesting music stuffs
http://foundsongs.erasedtapes.com/