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people suck. they're spineless, assholes who go out of their way to make things difficult for their fellow beings just because it's convenient or amusing to them. or possibly worse, maybe satifying.
in the past two days i've been witness to unbridled animosity and apathy. probably two of the most surely and relentless and just flat out awful things that the human psyche can concoct. those are more awful than hate. with hate, there had to be some sense of love prior to, therefore there's still an emotion within hate that draws you to that person or thing you hate. what i mean to say is that to hate, you first had to love. but animosity, just for the sake of it, it's just spiteful and evil and even in the off chance that a grim satisfaction is a result of it, nothing positive can come of it. then apathy, that's got to be the worst thing in the world. just not to care. i'd rather have my parents hate me than not care about me at all. though, that's how i get back at them whenever they tick me off.
anyhow, mountain dew has a new soda out for a limited time. pitch black, it's a black grape soda. made for the person with a taste for ethnic grapes a guess. it's good, not like welches grape soda good, but good enough for me to actually drink it considering i've been avoiding carbonated drinks as much as possible.
i got paid today. that's always good. i met an guy that i'd talked to previously online in person. he's a music major at utsa. he looks like nathan cortez. just like him, like his lost twin or something. but this guy's name is henry, he plays clarinet and is a music ed major. he's cool, we're going to become good friends. i also met this korean girl names lisa. she's beautiful, except for her teeth, she's got that steriotypical asian overbite, but it's not autrocious, just there. other than that she is beautiful, like i think she could be a model. anyhow, she's a piano performance major, and rightfully so. the girl is damn good. henry and i were listening to her while we were sittingin the practice room and afterwards i introduced myself to her and we talked for a bit then listened to her play some more, she's go amazing skill. like i've never seen fingers dance on keys like that before, it was like her cuticles were iceskating. they were moving that fast.
afterwards... really i don't want to talk about afterwards, that spiel about animosity and apathy deals with what happened when i came home. on a brighter side i made a shirt and finally wore that pink and white belt i bought at old navy. for the shirt, i had an old black one that said paris, but it was ripping. so i cut the paris off and safety pinned it to muscle shirt that i have. it's very american eagle trashy but 'classy' look. like something britney spears or ashely ... simpson would design. i don't think i'll wear it again, unless i go clubbing soon. i like it, but it's got paris on it and someone asked if i was supporting paris hilton. don't get me wrong, i feel bad that she got beat up by a member of a boyband. not to take away from the severity of it, but that's kind of funny. wouldn't expect that from a boy bander. but i might. i guess trash is the 'in' thing.
the only thing keeping me sane is that school will start in less than 48 hours. i seriously think that i'd be depressed if i didn't have that beacon to keep me focused.
i think i have a node. a node is a vocal sore. how i got it, i don't know i haven't been singing any differnt than i have for the past 18 years, so it probably isn't, but my voice is sore and i don't have the slightest as to why.
does anyone want to move out and be roommates with me?
in the past two days i've been witness to unbridled animosity and apathy. probably two of the most surely and relentless and just flat out awful things that the human psyche can concoct. those are more awful than hate. with hate, there had to be some sense of love prior to, therefore there's still an emotion within hate that draws you to that person or thing you hate. what i mean to say is that to hate, you first had to love. but animosity, just for the sake of it, it's just spiteful and evil and even in the off chance that a grim satisfaction is a result of it, nothing positive can come of it. then apathy, that's got to be the worst thing in the world. just not to care. i'd rather have my parents hate me than not care about me at all. though, that's how i get back at them whenever they tick me off.
anyhow, mountain dew has a new soda out for a limited time. pitch black, it's a black grape soda. made for the person with a taste for ethnic grapes a guess. it's good, not like welches grape soda good, but good enough for me to actually drink it considering i've been avoiding carbonated drinks as much as possible.
i got paid today. that's always good. i met an guy that i'd talked to previously online in person. he's a music major at utsa. he looks like nathan cortez. just like him, like his lost twin or something. but this guy's name is henry, he plays clarinet and is a music ed major. he's cool, we're going to become good friends. i also met this korean girl names lisa. she's beautiful, except for her teeth, she's got that steriotypical asian overbite, but it's not autrocious, just there. other than that she is beautiful, like i think she could be a model. anyhow, she's a piano performance major, and rightfully so. the girl is damn good. henry and i were listening to her while we were sittingin the practice room and afterwards i introduced myself to her and we talked for a bit then listened to her play some more, she's go amazing skill. like i've never seen fingers dance on keys like that before, it was like her cuticles were iceskating. they were moving that fast.
afterwards... really i don't want to talk about afterwards, that spiel about animosity and apathy deals with what happened when i came home. on a brighter side i made a shirt and finally wore that pink and white belt i bought at old navy. for the shirt, i had an old black one that said paris, but it was ripping. so i cut the paris off and safety pinned it to muscle shirt that i have. it's very american eagle trashy but 'classy' look. like something britney spears or ashely ... simpson would design. i don't think i'll wear it again, unless i go clubbing soon. i like it, but it's got paris on it and someone asked if i was supporting paris hilton. don't get me wrong, i feel bad that she got beat up by a member of a boyband. not to take away from the severity of it, but that's kind of funny. wouldn't expect that from a boy bander. but i might. i guess trash is the 'in' thing.
the only thing keeping me sane is that school will start in less than 48 hours. i seriously think that i'd be depressed if i didn't have that beacon to keep me focused.
i think i have a node. a node is a vocal sore. how i got it, i don't know i haven't been singing any differnt than i have for the past 18 years, so it probably isn't, but my voice is sore and i don't have the slightest as to why.
does anyone want to move out and be roommates with me?