All a muddle.
Too much caffeine + loneliness + impending-exam-driven-anxiety = Ugh...
I feel lame... The phone keeps ringing and it's not for me.
We need a band name bad. Jim will go on stage under the name "Dame", "Liger", and "Grace Villa", but he won't go on under the name "Bitch, You Know What I Want". This is getting taxing.
Atari 2600 was gnarly, but people ripped on it so now karl doesn't like it.. whatever, though... It wasn't gay enough for Jim, anyways. The name is largely inconcequential... I just want something that sounds not dumb... dumb, like "Damn 13", or... i dunno whatever.
I liked Code Breaker, but it sucks, apparently.... I liked Alien Cattle Leadership Race... but it's too nutty... we need something watered down and bland so all of us can handle it. The name has to be serious... if we don't take ourselves seriously, who will, right?.. what about BKBJB.. Bob Karl Byron Jim Brad... hah.. remember that black boy band, tbtbt from the mid 90's?... you shouldn't.
I dunno if I'm just depressed, or what, but I want company... and this I/O psych textbook is not adequate. My bedroom is really warm, and I normally like it that way so I can chill in my underwear... I wanted to stay dressed in hopes that I'd find something to do. It's 8:30 and Mom's still not home with her car, so... I dunno... Stuck, I guess. I have 20 more pages of I/O to rememberize for my test tomorrow.. I can get through that shit in like an hour and a bit.
I have this fantastic girlfriend who's too busy to spend time with me and I likewise... nobody's fault. I probably wouldn't mind if I wasn't feeling like such a suck right now.
Wednesday: class at 9, 2, and a test at 3... then probably play gameboy until around 5 or 6 or 7 or something... then to PetroCan for some run-in gas bar dinner magic with Michelle. We hope for high gas prices so it won't be busy. Then I meet TBN and we paint something dangerous with aural watercolour... nay... this shit is gonna be dense and heavy... aural oil. Not oral, fag.
Thursday: I'm gonna go out and distribute resumes. I'm burning for a job that's better-suited to my schedule. then.. I almost forgot... Dillinger Escape Plan. F-yeah...
Friday: Class to 3, then a blank space until I go to my Quizno's homie, Ryan's to, once and for all, join Team Century Club. Not only is it a Team... It's also a club.
Saturday: Nothing, then work to close, then nothing.
What a busy week I've had/ shall continue to have
Quote of the day:
"Alex, remember how I told you that if you don't brush your teeth, they'll fall out?"
"yeah"
"Well.. if you don't change your underwear, your penis will fall off."
"oh." *runs upstairs to change underwear*
I feel lame... The phone keeps ringing and it's not for me.
We need a band name bad. Jim will go on stage under the name "Dame", "Liger", and "Grace Villa", but he won't go on under the name "Bitch, You Know What I Want". This is getting taxing.
Atari 2600 was gnarly, but people ripped on it so now karl doesn't like it.. whatever, though... It wasn't gay enough for Jim, anyways. The name is largely inconcequential... I just want something that sounds not dumb... dumb, like "Damn 13", or... i dunno whatever.
I liked Code Breaker, but it sucks, apparently.... I liked Alien Cattle Leadership Race... but it's too nutty... we need something watered down and bland so all of us can handle it. The name has to be serious... if we don't take ourselves seriously, who will, right?.. what about BKBJB.. Bob Karl Byron Jim Brad... hah.. remember that black boy band, tbtbt from the mid 90's?... you shouldn't.
I dunno if I'm just depressed, or what, but I want company... and this I/O psych textbook is not adequate. My bedroom is really warm, and I normally like it that way so I can chill in my underwear... I wanted to stay dressed in hopes that I'd find something to do. It's 8:30 and Mom's still not home with her car, so... I dunno... Stuck, I guess. I have 20 more pages of I/O to rememberize for my test tomorrow.. I can get through that shit in like an hour and a bit.
I have this fantastic girlfriend who's too busy to spend time with me and I likewise... nobody's fault. I probably wouldn't mind if I wasn't feeling like such a suck right now.
Wednesday: class at 9, 2, and a test at 3... then probably play gameboy until around 5 or 6 or 7 or something... then to PetroCan for some run-in gas bar dinner magic with Michelle. We hope for high gas prices so it won't be busy. Then I meet TBN and we paint something dangerous with aural watercolour... nay... this shit is gonna be dense and heavy... aural oil. Not oral, fag.
Thursday: I'm gonna go out and distribute resumes. I'm burning for a job that's better-suited to my schedule. then.. I almost forgot... Dillinger Escape Plan. F-yeah...
Friday: Class to 3, then a blank space until I go to my Quizno's homie, Ryan's to, once and for all, join Team Century Club. Not only is it a Team... It's also a club.
Saturday: Nothing, then work to close, then nothing.
What a busy week I've had/ shall continue to have
Quote of the day:
"Alex, remember how I told you that if you don't brush your teeth, they'll fall out?"
"yeah"
"Well.. if you don't change your underwear, your penis will fall off."
"oh." *runs upstairs to change underwear*