Life in America
I'm not entirely bored these days, it's just finding something to fill the gaps of nothingness tends to be frustrating. Either the events suck, places close to early, or the people lack personality (not to mention the boys, most gay or gay curious, however, tend to lack charm or any prospects of an actual meaningful relationship, therefore, guarantees that any attempt with one remains completely empty of benefits and full of disappointment.
Then there's school, my enjoyment, my misery, my child, my beast. I can't even begin to explain what my deal is with FullSail. I live by a strict schizophrenic attitude towards the likes of FullSail. I love it. I hate it. I live it.
Shit in general is going... good. Can't really think of any other word but good serves as a good default. These days I find myself doing all kinds of shit, but most of all, nothing makes sense or goes with any other random day. It's just a mess, a fun mess, but a mess, therefore not exactly everything you've ever wanted. Been craving that Change, but whose listening to my wants these days. Cause I could tell you whose not, everybody. That's right. Everybody. Blind bats, the lot of them. Blood suckers who make noise but wonder aimlessly. But the point is everything feels pretty much like the norm. Don't know what to do to change it, so I just keep strolling by, oh these college years. I'd say they're like high school, but here you don't struggle to get fucked up, you just do. All the time. Then you do and say stupid shit, recover in the morning, and ready yourself for the next day of whateverness.
Boy, I've really gone off on a tangent, but then again I can't remember how i started this off nor do i care to reread what's probably a plate of allusive truths or illusive bullshit. But before you take it for what it is, just know I'm a bit messed up right now. Shit, I need to take a piss...
Then there's school, my enjoyment, my misery, my child, my beast. I can't even begin to explain what my deal is with FullSail. I live by a strict schizophrenic attitude towards the likes of FullSail. I love it. I hate it. I live it.
Shit in general is going... good. Can't really think of any other word but good serves as a good default. These days I find myself doing all kinds of shit, but most of all, nothing makes sense or goes with any other random day. It's just a mess, a fun mess, but a mess, therefore not exactly everything you've ever wanted. Been craving that Change, but whose listening to my wants these days. Cause I could tell you whose not, everybody. That's right. Everybody. Blind bats, the lot of them. Blood suckers who make noise but wonder aimlessly. But the point is everything feels pretty much like the norm. Don't know what to do to change it, so I just keep strolling by, oh these college years. I'd say they're like high school, but here you don't struggle to get fucked up, you just do. All the time. Then you do and say stupid shit, recover in the morning, and ready yourself for the next day of whateverness.
Boy, I've really gone off on a tangent, but then again I can't remember how i started this off nor do i care to reread what's probably a plate of allusive truths or illusive bullshit. But before you take it for what it is, just know I'm a bit messed up right now. Shit, I need to take a piss...