I need a life... when television makes sense, it's time to get laid...
"A pursuit that is ultimately a vicious cycle. Good time musicians are tortured by their own instruments..." What I hear on the television is basically what I felt this school year has brought to the hopeless drones that are consumed by their scholastic duty. Working hard enough, only to perform mediocrity. And yet, a ray of undividing light shines upon us like the glimmer that a mirror catches from the envious sun. The way I see it is that most of us will barely keep in touch this summer (even my best friend has an enormously busy schedule this summer), but the return to school will likely equate to the return to a forgotten salvation or home. When we finally arrive at school, a new class, and a new person, we first feel slightly out of touch but then at ease at the fact that we are once again in our comfort zone. It's odd really, the way I speak of school with extreme hatred and yet with a tad bit of gratitude. Because in the hell that is school, I have made friends, enemies, and mentors. One is never completely happy with what they are given, it is normal to human nature to want more ... so, in simple terms, what I want this summer is peace, love, and the peaceful thought that my loved ones are safe.
Look, I don't want to sound complicated and "flaky," I just thought it was so funny that we love school for the camaraderie and education but we hate it for the same reasons... funny, huh? Through friends, comrades, acquaintances, whatever, our worse enemies arise, and we all know that NOBODY (not even Alan Gilman), wants to be in math class for more than an hour, hell, for those of less intellect than Alan Gilman, and hour of math is way too much time anyway. But, back to my point... School is a "pursuit that is ultimately a vicious cycle... we find ourselves being beaten by our own instruments (rulers, calculators, pencils, I.D.'s, ect.)." All in all, being a student is not exactly easy, and somehow, the which of you that read this, will understand exactly what I mean.
On a lighter note, my birthday coming up and I want money... but Krissi Poo can get me whatever, I trust her ;) ... And I desperately need to start driving... it's my own fault really, I'm so God Damn lazy! That's just the genius of me, I guess...
Look, I don't want to sound complicated and "flaky," I just thought it was so funny that we love school for the camaraderie and education but we hate it for the same reasons... funny, huh? Through friends, comrades, acquaintances, whatever, our worse enemies arise, and we all know that NOBODY (not even Alan Gilman), wants to be in math class for more than an hour, hell, for those of less intellect than Alan Gilman, and hour of math is way too much time anyway. But, back to my point... School is a "pursuit that is ultimately a vicious cycle... we find ourselves being beaten by our own instruments (rulers, calculators, pencils, I.D.'s, ect.)." All in all, being a student is not exactly easy, and somehow, the which of you that read this, will understand exactly what I mean.
On a lighter note, my birthday coming up and I want money... but Krissi Poo can get me whatever, I trust her ;) ... And I desperately need to start driving... it's my own fault really, I'm so God Damn lazy! That's just the genius of me, I guess...