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Tomorrow came today. It wasn't the same as what I've seen in dreams. The police acted different, a lot more confident. People seemed calmer, parents hugged their children and taught them that Ronald McDonald and Mickey Mouse were in fact not paternalistic in any way. What was weird is that the children believed them. The fluctuation you created with the wind patterns when you turn your head to the sound of something falling over created a disturbance three miles away and now a street sign will tarnish faster and become a mere symbol on a corner rather than a monument of location. The sign leans over in gratitude, only to remain that way forever.
Whenever I hear someone speak I just want to grab their head and hold it perfectly still until they understand that when you talk you're actually working muscle and you're not as lazy as you thought you were, "seriously man, you can do work without even trying!" "Sweet, cream of bro."
I don't know, sometimes I really need to just force myself to read a chapter, and when I eventually get to it I can't stop. I don't get why I resist something potentially fulfilling. I'd rather come home and walk straight into my room and without even taking a gasp of breath, pass out in my bed for a few hours, ready to officially begin the day when I wake up. I've been taking naps instead of studying or doing anything productive perfunctorily now for a few weeks and I really don't mind except recently my stomach is in slight pain when I wake up for some reason. I'm starting to fall behind in class and I can stop myself right now and catch up but I'd rather inform all you good people of my pseudo-problem I am having. Technically I wouldn't consider it a problem, doing so would probably insult real problems. I think I just wrote this to get a little self motivation, and if I ever do begin to slack again I can look back and realize I actually posted an entry about it.
So things need to change I suppose. I've made enough empty promises to myself that the negative energy that emits from it could charge a sub atomic particle accelerator. I just need to find the positive energy to balance out. Shouldn't be too hard since I have the best girlfriend and friends who actually care about me.
Sorry to take up livejournal space, I know most of you don't actually read entries anyways unless pictures are posted anyways. Sorry to the people I havn't talked to in a while too, I would certainly like to change that. So hopefully I'll see some of you this weekend, honestly.
Whenever I hear someone speak I just want to grab their head and hold it perfectly still until they understand that when you talk you're actually working muscle and you're not as lazy as you thought you were, "seriously man, you can do work without even trying!" "Sweet, cream of bro."
I don't know, sometimes I really need to just force myself to read a chapter, and when I eventually get to it I can't stop. I don't get why I resist something potentially fulfilling. I'd rather come home and walk straight into my room and without even taking a gasp of breath, pass out in my bed for a few hours, ready to officially begin the day when I wake up. I've been taking naps instead of studying or doing anything productive perfunctorily now for a few weeks and I really don't mind except recently my stomach is in slight pain when I wake up for some reason. I'm starting to fall behind in class and I can stop myself right now and catch up but I'd rather inform all you good people of my pseudo-problem I am having. Technically I wouldn't consider it a problem, doing so would probably insult real problems. I think I just wrote this to get a little self motivation, and if I ever do begin to slack again I can look back and realize I actually posted an entry about it.
So things need to change I suppose. I've made enough empty promises to myself that the negative energy that emits from it could charge a sub atomic particle accelerator. I just need to find the positive energy to balance out. Shouldn't be too hard since I have the best girlfriend and friends who actually care about me.
Sorry to take up livejournal space, I know most of you don't actually read entries anyways unless pictures are posted anyways. Sorry to the people I havn't talked to in a while too, I would certainly like to change that. So hopefully I'll see some of you this weekend, honestly.