Ignore my poetic intent, I have been posed to death....
Okay I know I just started this journal again, and I know I already posted an "I'm back" entry. But I still feel some preliminary need to explain myself. Its just that I am bored and I cant think of anything more productive to do at 12:20 on a monday night, and since I've basically swallowed battery acid, almost 250 miligrams, which is probably why I am not sleeping. And thats ofcourse metaphotical. I just read through some of my old entries from a couple years ago, and realized i've actually grown more lame and unimpressive, and totally way too dramatic with everything. Whatever. And one more thing. I HATE SCHOOL. And I'm okay with the fact that after highschool, I will be a total nobody and that I am ultimately an uninteresting person compared to the intimidation of completely radical individuals who will make me feel totally inferior and obsolete. Journals are so personal. I should just talk about superficial things like beer bongs, and football games. But thats just not why I have this. Right?
I am so over getting up and going to school every morning, and having a bell tell me what to do. And I am so sick of rules like "Dont step outside the door until I dismiss you". It honestly belittles my intelligence, and maturity as a person. But ive never really proved to anyone anywhere that I was mature, since I usually am obnoxious during school assembles regarding serious issues, and that I start the slow clap when someone gets yelled at in the cafeteria, and still use words like redneck and ass clown. But I dont feel mature, because I am not offered the challenge. (I suppose I am everyday with rules that are forced fed in class) But seriously. Cut everybody a break with the monotonous authority abuse at bloomsburg high school. I suppose it could be worse though, we could have no arms or legs and be stranded on a floating dock with Steven Segal. I suppose I should appreciate that. Whatever. Tomorrows Tuesday. I'll be polite, and funny, an make teachers believe that I am a complete moron, for the sole sake of others entertainment. Goodnight. I guess.