an exhausted, optimistic, possibly incoherent bunch of Thoughts

[paranoid_andrd]

December 16, 2008

I had some thoughts after the final, in the car home, that I don’t think I want to forget.

They mostly concern bullshit-the act of bullshitting people, yourself, your teachers-and the dangerous reaction produced when it’s mixed with direct, rational honesty.

I waver back and forth using both. When writing papers I come up

Comments

[mynamespride]

BUT HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS IF YOU DONT KNOW THAT I LOVE PLATO AND JAZZ FUSION AND FUCKING...FUCKING UHM....POST GOTH...ELECTRICA AND FUCKIN....MT. DEW?

But for real, werd life. I believe the last paper I wrote was entitled Apocolyptipop and was actually about Steinbeck, true story. Just gotta keep teachers on their toes.

[mynamespride]

Oh god, I was so out of it when I wrote this. Straight Charlie Brown Christmas-mode

I'm going to sleep.

PS are you still throwing up? Might want to, i don't know, check that out. Or something.

[mynamespride]

I don't know, I'm on four hundred different medications and I already have an ulcer so I'm pretty sure I'm just a walking boomer at this point.

Giving myself:
^5s for videogame references.
-^5s for still being awake and pretty Charlie Brown myself.

[paranoid_andrd]

Go to sleep and good luck on your final.

And try not to fall off any rooftops. Or storm drains.
Gotta be careful on those storm drains.