Ah Livejournal. It's like MySpace or Facebook but without the sort of notoriety that keeps it from being either as socially acceptable or particularly reprehensable to the counterculture who are still a part of normal culture.
We post in commiseration of our daily drudge with the notion that some far away chum, awash in their own flood of neurotransmitters will find some relevancy in our quaint, masturbatorily creative musing.
Whoa whoa whoa melodrama, insight, laughter, it's our lives condensed into 26 characters and translated into binary for the world to view as they listen to some gay ass emo shit.
I havn't been stoned for 2 weeks save for an hour or two after I took a bong rip on Saturday at this "Porterpalooza" bullshit that caused tons of technohippies to gather and move their arms in flowy ways. That's actually a good thing almost. I mean...It could be bad, depending on your perspective, but I'm neutral, so it's both as good and as bad as it should possibly be.
This one band played that couldn't decide whether or not they were a legitimate black sabbath cover band, an iron maiden tribute group, an 80's hair metal throwback or some other horrible thing. They made me laugh.
Oh yeah; their name was TRIGGER RENEGADE. \m/
In less than a month I will be out of UC Santa Cruz. Now what you might ask? No, you're probably not, but in case you were I don't know nor do I plan on knowing any time soon.
I could be going here in the fall for one more quarter, or I could be in SF attending SFSU, or I could be any number of places dead or in jail.
Quite frankly it matters not, lest I smoke pot, so let's take a shot, I hope your gums rot.
Another pointless waste of time brought to you by me. Except you get to see my little facial hair contraption and that might make some of you excited or happy or sick to your stomachs.