This Is It

Ok.

I'll come back, baby.

Walking, I need to do laundry
Steps towards the room where there's whirring and
people yelling at one another
for spilling bleach on their blue and red shirts.
An airplane flies over my head going faster
then I can even think.
A lady walks in front of me
and it looks like her feet are broken at the soles
her shoes aren't filled
and she looks off balance.
It takes about four dollars to do one load in these
piece of shit machines.
Who knows what we really want at eighteen, anyway?
I'm always falling in love with the ladies at the laundry room
they look for coins and I look for change.
But it always remains evident
as the planes fly over head
that I will be without a lover at the laundry room.
But to me she's perfect.

So I've got people pissed at me for the most stupid reasons, I find.
I don't know, people hang themselves up on the most insignificant things.
But I guess we all do it. I sure as hell do
but I admit it, so I can poke fun.

I just tend not to worry about anything, anymore.

Hey LJ, what's up.

So this week has consisted of:
- kissing in exchange for a teddy bear (remind self to take the teddy bear again)
- invertebrate exam in which I bombed
- 48 cans of coke. So unnecessary yet so very necessary
- Recording
- Mixing Tupac songs (it seems everybody's doing it)
- Watching all of House Season 2 and falling asleep every time with Meaghan, waking up at 3 and remembering how much trouble I have when it comes to sleeping in the same bed as someone, then making due by  taking pills and cuddling (I love run-on sentences)
- Some skating. Chow Mein and I went out for a push tonight
- Fire alarms sounded by a BBQ we were having outside Coughlan. The fire dept. smiled when we explained it, so that was a dodged bullet.
- Too much school work
- I don't care about invertebrates AKA 'bags-o-snot'
- New pants new shirt new socks
- Plans to fuck off with Harry to California for about 10 days then to Vegas for a week. I've talked too much shit in my life, now it's time to actually do something. I started saving a couple weeks ago.
- If in the event it fails, the money will go towards my truck. However, the plan won't fail; I won't let it.
- Figured out what I want for Christmas. A standup bass. Great prices on 3/4 and 4/4  models. I cannot wait to learn how to play it
- Chasing girls, running away from them
- Finally talking to Kerri, I've always loved her voice and thought she was so beautiful. She said she thought I was super cute. I'm still 12 at heart, just so you know.
- Working on perfecting the crip walk
- Realizing that the "This is Why I'm Hot" is the most stupid piece of shit that was ever recorded. A small exaggeration, but fuck do I hate that song and those who sing it (at least a little)
- Began working out. Time to buff up, at least enough to be presentable when taking people to the gun show.

Music-wise, I've listened mainly to:
- Ennio Moricone's "Ecstasy of Gold"
- Tupac's "Hellrazor"
- The Game's "300 bars and running" (which is worth listening to, if you're into hip hop or not)
- Rocky Votolato's "White Daisy Passing"
- Def Leppard's "Rock of Ages"
- Outlawz' "Real Talk"
- Game, Jadakiss, E40, Hurricane Chris, etc's remix of "Ay Bay Bay" (HC had to get in on his own remix)
- Twista and T-Pain's "Creep Fast"
- Chiodo's Acoustic version of "Baby, you wouldn't last (insert a measurement of time) on the creek"


Well yeah, my weeks been pretty good, so far. Tomorrow I think we're going downtown in the afternoon for a walk, and that night might be spent over at Danielle and Adam's.

I also stole this wicked HUGE piece of cardboard from dining hall and now I use it as a "signing flag" by my bed. Pics when I'm not such a lazy fuck.

Night everyone, keep shit real.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK 'BOUT MY ASS?"