I am super unexcited for exams tomorrow. I haven’t studied anything yet so I’m thinking I might do some studying today. But then again I am awfully lazy and I’ll probably just end up watching The Evil Dead like I was planning on anyways. I want to burn the school down.
I am in the most beautiful of moods today. I think it’s the combination of no school, left over chinese for breakfast, HIM, The 69 Eyes and William Control, Sixteen Candles, watercolour paintings and Pygmy. I’m feeling good.
No school for me today. And fuck studying. If I have to listen to another person talk about exams or ask me if I’ve started studying I’m going to have to hurt someone. THESE EXAMS WILL NOT EFFECT YOUR LIFE IN ANY WAY, STOP WASTING YOUR TIME.
I can’t take another day of this shit. I can’t wait until I can get away.
What’s with everyone being so negative these days? I don’t like it. There’s no point focusing on all the bad shit in the world, the disease and poverty and war and hate. Sure, you need to know that it is there, but if you concentrate on it it will eat you up and suck all the magic out of your life. I live for the tiny glimses of heaven amongst all this hell.
Holy shit, it just keeps getting better. In the lost oreos there is a TRIPLE OREO. It goes biscuit cream biscuit cream biscuit. I feel special.
I just found a pack of oreos that I forgot about and have been in my room for like 2 weeks. It made me happy. Now I’m eating them.
I’ve got my fingers crossed.
History notes can go die in a hole. Who gives a fuck about the new deal and unemployment and bullshit like that. Instead of doing notes I’m just going to sit here, wearing my sombrero, laughing my ass off at The Mighty Boosh like I’ve been doing for the last hour. Then after that I might have a shower, then watch LA Ink, then we might see how I feel about shitty history notes.
“To stand here and try to fix her life is just a big waste of time. People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.”
“With every lecture, you’re forced to look again at every choice you’ve made over the lesson-by-lesson chain of your entire life. And after all these years, you see how little you have to work with, how limited your life and education have been. How scant was your courage and curiosity. Not to mention your expectations.”
“Most people would never admit it, but they’d been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the...
“If we can forgive what’s been done to us … If we can forgive what we’ve done to others … If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.”