This year has been pretty shitty so far.
I want to make people smile, and laugh, and feel warm and happy inside.
The last two days were complete shit, despite the fact that they were also wonderful.
Friday blew asshole. I woke up late, disappointed in myself, I got to a late start on my homework. I'm the only person I know that spends 90% of their time on school work. I think I need to take something for depression or ADD, but I've always been really terrified of that. Every time I've gone to the doctor for depression, he says some bullshit and tries handing it out like coupons at the supermarket. He's a robot with a prozac dispenser. If Pez dispensers could walk, they would have Ph D's. Anyway, I couldn't concentrate on homework so I made all these appointments with Grand Valley and organized some transfer materials. Upon calling for my appointment, I was asked my major. At this point, I just blurted out Psychology like an answer on a game show. I decided the rest of my life in a matter of seconds...and I did it with one word. Hopefully I love psychology as much as I think I do. Maybe that's how some people feel about marriage. Then I was off to band practice. We did well and then decided to hang out, but that felt weird to me after a while. I don't like country folk, and I never will. Anyone that spends their free time practicing to, or shooting, deer, doesn't have the mental capacity to think about "the big picture." I was soon off to see Sarah Bourgoin, and that made me happy, but she was dissapointed about life, but that's nothing The 7/11 can't change. I spent the night there, but we couldn't sleep; I just kept waking up with a boner next to her crotch. As it turns out we both had trouble sleeping. We woke up really early and had some fun, some laughs, and some breakfast. I really love her.
Saturday blew just as much ass, but even more.
After departing from Sarah, I was off to band practice. That was fun. Then we packed up and headed to battle of the bands. We were 100% sure we had it in the bag. They announced the winners and the band that won did a cover of Cat Scratch Fever.........................................I couldn't believe my eyes, my ears, and my life. We lost to a shitty song, done shitty, by a shitty band..........But then I realized that the judges were judging on how much a crowd of middle-aged alcoholics would like them; the winner got 300 dollars and would be playing at Summer Celebration...next to a beer tent. Summer Celebration is a beer tent. Then we all parted our ways, disappointed and let down. I met Sarah at the Film Festival next door and we watched a lot of shitty movies and a couple of good movies. Then got some Taco Bell and went home. There was cheese all over my burrito because "JUST BEANS AND ONIONS!" is really hard to understand. I picked the cheese off for no logical purpose, excluding a false sense of integrity, and ate the Goddamn burrito. Then Sarah fell asleep during Jim Gaffigin, and I watched her for about a half an hour. Then I tucked her in and left for slumber.
-Think ahead when figuring out your social plans
-Don't play a battle of the bands until you know what it's for
-Don't drive away from the window until you've checked your meal to be correct, and if it's not, demand your money back
-Don't sleep naked next to someone; it's sweaty and you'll just have a boner all night
-Find a girl like Sarah and none of this annoying shit will matter as much.
The last two days were complete shit, despite the fact that they were also wonderful.
Friday blew asshole. I woke up late, disappointed in myself, I got to a late start on my homework. I'm the only person I know that spends 90% of their time on school work. I think I need to take something for depression or ADD, but I've always been really terrified of that. Every time I've gone to the doctor for depression, he says some bullshit and tries handing it out like coupons at the supermarket. He's a robot with a prozac dispenser. If Pez dispensers could walk, they would have Ph D's. Anyway, I couldn't concentrate on homework so I made all these appointments with Grand Valley and organized some transfer materials. Upon calling for my appointment, I was asked my major. At this point, I just blurted out Psychology like an answer on a game show. I decided the rest of my life in a matter of seconds...and I did it with one word. Hopefully I love psychology as much as I think I do. Maybe that's how some people feel about marriage. Then I was off to band practice. We did well and then decided to hang out, but that felt weird to me after a while. I don't like country folk, and I never will. Anyone that spends their free time practicing to, or shooting, deer, doesn't have the mental capacity to think about "the big picture." I was soon off to see Sarah Bourgoin, and that made me happy, but she was dissapointed about life, but that's nothing The 7/11 can't change. I spent the night there, but we couldn't sleep; I just kept waking up with a boner next to her crotch. As it turns out we both had trouble sleeping. We woke up really early and had some fun, some laughs, and some breakfast. I really love her.
Saturday blew just as much ass, but even more.
After departing from Sarah, I was off to band practice. That was fun. Then we packed up and headed to battle of the bands. We were 100% sure we had it in the bag. They announced the winners and the band that won did a cover of Cat Scratch Fever.........................................I couldn't believe my eyes, my ears, and my life. We lost to a shitty song, done shitty, by a shitty band..........But then I realized that the judges were judging on how much a crowd of middle-aged alcoholics would like them; the winner got 300 dollars and would be playing at Summer Celebration...next to a beer tent. Summer Celebration is a beer tent. Then we all parted our ways, disappointed and let down. I met Sarah at the Film Festival next door and we watched a lot of shitty movies and a couple of good movies. Then got some Taco Bell and went home. There was cheese all over my burrito because "JUST BEANS AND ONIONS!" is really hard to understand. I picked the cheese off for no logical purpose, excluding a false sense of integrity, and ate the Goddamn burrito. Then Sarah fell asleep during Jim Gaffigin, and I watched her for about a half an hour. Then I tucked her in and left for slumber.
-Think ahead when figuring out your social plans
-Don't play a battle of the bands until you know what it's for
-Don't drive away from the window until you've checked your meal to be correct, and if it's not, demand your money back
-Don't sleep naked next to someone; it's sweaty and you'll just have a boner all night
-Find a girl like Sarah and none of this annoying shit will matter as much.