Wednesday made me want to do laudanum and be a poet. But my throat really hurts, which has nothing to do with anything.
Here, found a nonsensical movie. It's like someone took something and made it deep and existential, except not really. It's pretty fun though.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2447877231270015933&q=shingo&pl=true What's up with summer? I have three choices and only one will sorta suck.
What's up with prom? I have two choices and only one has the capacity to suck and/or be more expensive. But like, I'm The Man now, and I'm on all the lists of The Men, so I'm socially expected. And it's a boat. But these people...Still, the opportunity to stand on top of a boat and shout JUNIOR YEAR WHOOO. But, the Man. The Bigger Man. Maaan, decisions are tricky.
O, future!
By the way, Byron is a fairly chill fellow, while that other guy is fairly not.
Also, CARL is a really surreal gathering place. Or maybe, that was America in general. Because some pretty weird shit goes down.