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Jul 30, 2006 06:28

If my career was listening to music, I would own your fathers testicles. I have an expendable income.

My sense of time has gone to shit. I was thinking, its probably 3am, I'll go to bed and I look to my left and see light. It was 6 already and I wasn't sure if today was sunday or not. I just got back from going outside to get the paper. It's nice and cool and misty. I stood there for a few minutes til a car drove by. I quickly grabbed the paper and scurried inside. I had the strange urge to switch news papers with our neighbor.

God damn people asking me "How's life after highschool?" "Excited about college?"
Life is the same. I'm still lazy, I just procrastinate household things/getting a job/planning my future instead of homework and projects. I'm not excited about college because I don't have a college to be excited about. I also hate hearing about their college plans. "Yea, I applied to UCR, UCLA, Moondick Academy and Stanford. The only one I didn't get accepted to is Moondick. I cant decide where I want to go!"

"yep, I'm going to major in biopedophila reduction gene therapy, what are you going to do?"
Even though I shouldn't be, I'm embarassed to tell them cosmetology or music recording/sound post production. People need cosmetologists to make them hot for the clubs and post production to add backwards speech/clicking vocals in the latest japanese horror movie remake.

You think this would encourage me but it doesn't.

Recreation of the entire Sistene Chapel, done with spraypaint (In Iowa)
A Work in Progress.
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