If I could be wasting my time with you...
My last words will be "sex?!!?" according to the thingey.
Somehow this doesn't surprise me. And probably not any of you. I can imagine myself, old and freakishly enfeebled, so senile that I can't make thinly veiled sexual comments anymore and have resorted to yelling out "sex!" at random times. My life is sad.
But hey, I didn't need to do an internet quiz thing to find that out. My exact feelings are that of something you would wipe of the floor. Excuse my terrible bitching/moaning, but this is one of the reasons I miss camp really badly. There I had company and things to do all day and here I'm just lazy to the point of early death. Not because I like it, because there's nothing better to do. I'm just gross. Icky and gross. Lovely. Incidentally, camp was AMAZING. Euphoria-inducing really. But I won't go on about it because I don't think it's one of those things thats easily explained, or explainable at all perhaps. I miss it terribly though. I have my camp songbook and have spent a good bit of time trying to play them on guitar. Too bad I lack the amount of skill it would take to make them sound like the real thing. C'est la vie. My first really real lesson is tomorrow. I hope my teacher is a really hot teenage guy who needed the money to fund the band he's creating. Yeah, I'll just dwell on that little fantasy for a bit.
Ok well, I hope you all fully appreciate how much effort it took to produce that much of an entry. Cheers.
Somehow this doesn't surprise me. And probably not any of you. I can imagine myself, old and freakishly enfeebled, so senile that I can't make thinly veiled sexual comments anymore and have resorted to yelling out "sex!" at random times. My life is sad.
But hey, I didn't need to do an internet quiz thing to find that out. My exact feelings are that of something you would wipe of the floor. Excuse my terrible bitching/moaning, but this is one of the reasons I miss camp really badly. There I had company and things to do all day and here I'm just lazy to the point of early death. Not because I like it, because there's nothing better to do. I'm just gross. Icky and gross. Lovely. Incidentally, camp was AMAZING. Euphoria-inducing really. But I won't go on about it because I don't think it's one of those things thats easily explained, or explainable at all perhaps. I miss it terribly though. I have my camp songbook and have spent a good bit of time trying to play them on guitar. Too bad I lack the amount of skill it would take to make them sound like the real thing. C'est la vie. My first really real lesson is tomorrow. I hope my teacher is a really hot teenage guy who needed the money to fund the band he's creating. Yeah, I'll just dwell on that little fantasy for a bit.
Ok well, I hope you all fully appreciate how much effort it took to produce that much of an entry. Cheers.