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after a long break from the live journal i have returned to this waste land
and now i shall write for that is the purpose, and the only thing right now keeping me from doing my hw. As long as i am typing in the computer and it isn't aim my mom thinks i'm being productive, which is fine with me. new years was fun, so was hanuka/christmas and the break.
i've decided that i'll plant the seeds for a religion. i have yet to give a name to it but i figure that that will come in about another thousand years, and people will look back and say, it was ookajifgoe, the prophet who started it, even though that guy doesn't exist. You see what it will consist of is all the popular holidays, christmas, valentines day, hanuka, passover, kwanzaa. i'll take the select few that really bring in the retail. then it'll have some sort of code, which is of course a requirement that basically says don't kill, fuck or steal, that sort of thing, help the homeless. but the real key is that i personnally don't beleive in this religion, but since i'm writing this post, some one will read this and say to themselves, that is a good idea, and eventually some guy tripping on acid will find this and his room mate will come in and tell him to get a job, and he will claim to have spoke to god's nephew, yeah and then a religion will be born
mr hanna has this skill which i think one must possess in order to become a guidance counselor. he tells us these things that would take a normal person two minutes to tell in the time period of 15 minutes. the lady finishes her bit and i like yeah, i'm done, good, great, fabulous what a waste of fucking time, can i leave now? then mr hanna cuts in saying things i've heard thousands of times beofore, of how i have my core studies and all that, yet i already know what my courses are next year. He seems to fit these words in that i don't hear, so i just hear the occasional college, senior year, i'm a stupid fatass, everything else just seems to be lost in time. i think the thing is that since his ideas lack substance there is no way for them to travel to me
and now i shall write for that is the purpose, and the only thing right now keeping me from doing my hw. As long as i am typing in the computer and it isn't aim my mom thinks i'm being productive, which is fine with me. new years was fun, so was hanuka/christmas and the break.
i've decided that i'll plant the seeds for a religion. i have yet to give a name to it but i figure that that will come in about another thousand years, and people will look back and say, it was ookajifgoe, the prophet who started it, even though that guy doesn't exist. You see what it will consist of is all the popular holidays, christmas, valentines day, hanuka, passover, kwanzaa. i'll take the select few that really bring in the retail. then it'll have some sort of code, which is of course a requirement that basically says don't kill, fuck or steal, that sort of thing, help the homeless. but the real key is that i personnally don't beleive in this religion, but since i'm writing this post, some one will read this and say to themselves, that is a good idea, and eventually some guy tripping on acid will find this and his room mate will come in and tell him to get a job, and he will claim to have spoke to god's nephew, yeah and then a religion will be born
mr hanna has this skill which i think one must possess in order to become a guidance counselor. he tells us these things that would take a normal person two minutes to tell in the time period of 15 minutes. the lady finishes her bit and i like yeah, i'm done, good, great, fabulous what a waste of fucking time, can i leave now? then mr hanna cuts in saying things i've heard thousands of times beofore, of how i have my core studies and all that, yet i already know what my courses are next year. He seems to fit these words in that i don't hear, so i just hear the occasional college, senior year, i'm a stupid fatass, everything else just seems to be lost in time. i think the thing is that since his ideas lack substance there is no way for them to travel to me