'if they follow you, don't look back...'
having to say goodbye is kind of sad.
this morning i overslept and stumbled into my last day of english syntax, unshowered and filthy. i was a 'superstar' in that class. i made an 'a' on the pre-final, so i do not have to take the final. there were only five people enrolled, so even though it was only a four week course, i got to know them a little and i like them. they came to me? for help. and today, it's just 'take care'. 'see you later'. no you won't. have a nice life, friends.
i'm going to be one of those sentimental teachers who actually gives a damn. oh, i'll do my best to reduce my inner emotions to a simple smile. i will watch them come and go and hope that i was one they will remember.
i have just enough money to survive. i suppose i should get a job, but i like not working. i can put everything into school and music. besides, in 2 years, i'll have a better job than any temporary fix i could find that would only distract me and create the illusion that i actually have money. in the meantime, maybe i can find a job at the library or something. i suppose a lot of people think that.
the moral of the story is: no job = no going out to bars and getting trashed (yes! an excuse! i fucking hate going out to bars! <--unless it is to dance like a fool, of course, but i can do that at home>), no going to the record store (i'll just have to make my own), no asking girls out (ouch.. but wait.. i never do that anyway. i just don't want to come off as stingy, when the reality is that there is no money to be stingy about. i'll just have to find a girl who likes smoking weed, singing songs, sunbathing, going for walks, reading, playing video games, cooking with what's around the apartment - the simple shit.. the relatively free shit)
OR
satan forbid i just not give a shit for a while
this morning i overslept and stumbled into my last day of english syntax, unshowered and filthy. i was a 'superstar' in that class. i made an 'a' on the pre-final, so i do not have to take the final. there were only five people enrolled, so even though it was only a four week course, i got to know them a little and i like them. they came to me? for help. and today, it's just 'take care'. 'see you later'. no you won't. have a nice life, friends.
i'm going to be one of those sentimental teachers who actually gives a damn. oh, i'll do my best to reduce my inner emotions to a simple smile. i will watch them come and go and hope that i was one they will remember.
i have just enough money to survive. i suppose i should get a job, but i like not working. i can put everything into school and music. besides, in 2 years, i'll have a better job than any temporary fix i could find that would only distract me and create the illusion that i actually have money. in the meantime, maybe i can find a job at the library or something. i suppose a lot of people think that.
the moral of the story is: no job = no going out to bars and getting trashed (yes! an excuse! i fucking hate going out to bars! <--unless it is to dance like a fool, of course, but i can do that at home>), no going to the record store (i'll just have to make my own), no asking girls out (ouch.. but wait.. i never do that anyway. i just don't want to come off as stingy, when the reality is that there is no money to be stingy about. i'll just have to find a girl who likes smoking weed, singing songs, sunbathing, going for walks, reading, playing video games, cooking with what's around the apartment - the simple shit.. the relatively free shit)
OR
satan forbid i just not give a shit for a while