I wont leave you falling....If the moment ever comes.
In a Muse Mood, Bare with my hyper self.
So today, Lot of family drama shit I had to deal with that I didn't want in my head whilst going to class.
Math was pointless, I didn't even need to go, but the hot girl that I talk to all the time that sits next to me (she sat next to me, i rock!) wasnt even there, wtf mate!
Susan called on my way home, I almost got in an accident juggling phone/smoke/wheel while i was turning. Fucking Taurus. But she said shed call me when she got off work. Ha, I can usually sense when she wont. She didnt. I go home and ate tacos! My mom made those mothas for me while i was at class. I chilled for a bit and called cancel at like 8 or so. I went over there and they all went and got high. I decided not to cause I had homework I needed to have a clear mind for when I got home. I left at like 10 something. I came home and ate some more taco meat cause its amazing. I checked my phone and had a voice mail from susan...called back, sent to voice mail, no phone rings twice and goes to voice mail, wait til a tad over 3 to send to voice mail.
I did my stupid English homework which wasnt that hard since I am awesome.
I watched the ashlee simpson show for a bout 0.45 second and turn the channel swiftly with out hesitation.
Now I am here bored cause i drank this huge as energy drink which is like Propel/Red Bull mix.
I have noticed how weird my hand writing is in my lyric book is. It looks like 5 different people write in it because each pages the hand writing is totally different from the page before it, it is like multiple hand writing disorder. Sometimes i write in small capital letters. Then big messy all non capital letters. Then all mixed up and so on and so forth. I need to be on medication for my head seriously. I cant sleep with out 5 different things running through my head. I am even afraid to go to sleep cause my dreams are becoming harder and harder to control and become lucid. It irritates the shit outta me. I am not even going to describe my dreams because it would be like writing a sequel to fear and loathing in las vegas. Or having Chuck Palahniuk free writing on acid.
Im done.
Cheers!
So today, Lot of family drama shit I had to deal with that I didn't want in my head whilst going to class.
Math was pointless, I didn't even need to go, but the hot girl that I talk to all the time that sits next to me (she sat next to me, i rock!) wasnt even there, wtf mate!
Susan called on my way home, I almost got in an accident juggling phone/smoke/wheel while i was turning. Fucking Taurus. But she said shed call me when she got off work. Ha, I can usually sense when she wont. She didnt. I go home and ate tacos! My mom made those mothas for me while i was at class. I chilled for a bit and called cancel at like 8 or so. I went over there and they all went and got high. I decided not to cause I had homework I needed to have a clear mind for when I got home. I left at like 10 something. I came home and ate some more taco meat cause its amazing. I checked my phone and had a voice mail from susan...called back, sent to voice mail, no phone rings twice and goes to voice mail, wait til a tad over 3 to send to voice mail.
I did my stupid English homework which wasnt that hard since I am awesome.
I watched the ashlee simpson show for a bout 0.45 second and turn the channel swiftly with out hesitation.
Now I am here bored cause i drank this huge as energy drink which is like Propel/Red Bull mix.
I have noticed how weird my hand writing is in my lyric book is. It looks like 5 different people write in it because each pages the hand writing is totally different from the page before it, it is like multiple hand writing disorder. Sometimes i write in small capital letters. Then big messy all non capital letters. Then all mixed up and so on and so forth. I need to be on medication for my head seriously. I cant sleep with out 5 different things running through my head. I am even afraid to go to sleep cause my dreams are becoming harder and harder to control and become lucid. It irritates the shit outta me. I am not even going to describe my dreams because it would be like writing a sequel to fear and loathing in las vegas. Or having Chuck Palahniuk free writing on acid.
Im done.
Cheers!