I'm gonna put-put things in perspective, and it's gonna take-take-take my precious time
For those unfortunate ones who don't get it (fuck you, you don't know cinema worth a shite), that's Michael Meyers from the 1980 classic "Halloween". That's right. It's officially Halloween right now, I'm still not asleep even though I didn't sleep last night, I have to get up early(ish) in the morning to write a story for my creative writing class which is entirely too much drama for me to handle, I'm a cruel bastard, I have class from two until four, and then work from around seven or eight (nein! hah) until late at night which means I'm probably (no definitely) missing Mike Singh's totally hoppin' party, and getting home at like four in the effing morning. A major part of me hates Subway and the late hours I sometimes/entirelytoofuckingoften have to work (totally not good for my mental health), but it's more the small things like not being able to stop smelling the "Subway Smell" even long after a shift, and not being able to stop hearing the "Subway door sensor ringing noise" that I hear everywhere I go and always turn around expecting a customer to walk in (whether I'm walking down Hagar Drive or sitting at my computer in my room). A good story is about rising action, climax, and denouement -- three things completely absent from this entry.