Cops

I just got a ride home from a cop. Terrifying.



Actually, he was a nice guy.

"OH no, Thunder! We better get inside."

The past two days have been beautiful. Spring is awesome. I guess. Still, I just want to sleep.

Your work here is finished my friend

From Wikipedia:
Love is any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment.

love is commonly contrasted with hate
love is commonly contrasted with lust
love is commonly contrasted with friendship

From Bertrand Russell:
“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.”

“Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.”

“Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.”



Nice work. Great Chewie. Great, always thinking with your stomach.
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Hooked

I sometimes wonder how I can go about every day the way I do. In a matter of not so much caring while still caring so much. It sucks being a wizard, Harry. Spring break needs to get here, even though I don't believe that I will be doing anything that week. It will be a good time to get back on track. Again. Again. Again.

It's funny how things are so obvious to us, yet we refuse to acknowledge them as reality. No, it's not even that. We know that things are how they are, yet we cling to this ridiculous notion that MAYBE something will change. MAYBE tomorrow will be different. Or next week. Or next party. Or next year. Why shouldn't they change? Wouldn't it be better if things went how we wanted them to? As someone who simply wants things to be positive, wouldn't my desires coming true make things a little better? And then every day begins to drag by. Time becomes meaningless as you are simply waiting for something different to happen. I couldn't tell you the difference between today and any day last week. Or the week before that. The thrill is not there. Paprika.

Emotions are mess. That's what gets us. They aren't rational. That's why the smart kids in grade school never had girlfriends. We couldn't figure it out. And now, maybe it's some ridiculous game of cat and mouse with new college tools added. Get drunk, hook up. But once you're drunk, it's not like you are actually with the person. Or what if the next day you realize that the other regrets the decision? But you can't meet someone in a sober environment. Do they make those? But does that mean that we should sacrifice temporary happiness in fear of future disappointment? Or outside disapproval? What does it matter? Grab what's there at the time. No? They're involved. Oh... Hard to tell sometimes. You're involved. Oh... Hard to tell sometimes. What the hell, we're kids! This is it. Fun is over in a year. Life begins in a year. Nothing really matters. Uh oh.

Do what you want. Soon I won't care anymore.

I love getting advice from George Clooney. Things are about to get good. At least for the next two weeks. Life returns. Body massage. Doing laundry. Getting paid. Snowing a little bit. Wasting less time. Getting up. Taking showers. Making food. Eating it. Reading books. Eating it.

You know... I want a dog.

P.S. Dream Last Night quick recap:
Walking to high school with matthew and katie. Forget my backpack on the street way back at the start of the walk. Run back to go get it. Bake sale. Clay asks if I'm going to get a snack. You can only take 1 and it has to have a birthday candle in it. He's wants potato chips. I take a muffin. He takes everything else out of frustration. I take my backpack and go back to school. Walk down stairs, see 1 man and george clooney. Im wearing a button up shirt, but its unbuttoned. The first man says that I should button up my shirt, George Clooney grabs a lower upper button and says "but only to here" I nod and smile, George smirks. I start walking down, look back up and say "I love getting advice from George Clooney. He smirks and I wake up

Starman

I had an interesting dream last night. Isn't that how it always start?

There was a snake in the grass that kept biting me and this one other kid. I don't remember who it was. Fortunately, apparently if you wear a lot of shirt, the snake will just get caught in the fabric and then you can just hold it there. Looking right at the most terrifying creature on the planet. You looking at him, him looking at you. Fortunately I ended up at Chick-fil-A. I only ordered water this time, but I saw someone from middle school that I havent seen or heard from since... middle school (call him Cook). He was with two other people that I knew but wasn't really friends with (we'll call them Brick and Tractor) and two people I had never seen before. Brick had dropped out of college to work for a seed company and Tractor was currently enrolled in two classes: PRGM (this is how he abbreviated programming) and Tony Hawk Pro Skater 2. After Tractor told me his schedule one of the ones I didn't know sort of made fun of him for dropping so many classes. I believe his exact words were, "I only drop classes when I have spouse issues or former spouse teacher issues." Right after he said the latter Brick said something along the lines of, "Yeah, that's really incredible that you got the same teacher that caused Barbara to break up with you." Rough. Anyway I forced a little more awkward conversation out before seeing some Indians and Ugly Girls sitting at a long table a little ways away from me. I told Cook that I was going to sit with them and he looked at me in an semi-disgusted matter. I made some sort of joke that didn't get any laughs and then questioned my sense of humor.

You know, trying to form this dream into a reality is ruining the ridiculousness of the dream. Basically, I went to Chick-fil-A three times, saw people that I haven't seen in years, got attacked by a snake between two unknown houses. And probably some other stuff. I guess it's only interesting because it's not what you expect to dream when you go to sleep with your mind filled with other things. This is a dick to read isn't it?

"There's a starrrrrrmannnnnn waiting in the sky." I kept saying this last night. It probably got annoying for everyone but me. Screw you guys.

I thought about going home today. I really need to clean up everything (clothes, room, school, life, face paint). I can always wait a little longer. My eyes are burning. Rain!!!

I don't mind.

I'm very dehydrated, Citrus Drop in hand. My urine is the color of a flourescent soccer ball. Everybody's busy with the washing. He's got the Fever and the light no longer works in my fridge.

No work, all play. Kill the beast.

Back to the drawing board.

Had to get away for a little bit. Tried something else, but it had no soul. Guess I'll jump right back in.

I cannot study Marketing for five minutes before I get the fury. It's the same problem I had with Management last semester. It's just a garbage waste of life class.

Common types of questions:
- Projective technique
> If a Wendy's hamburger could talk to a McDonald's or a Burger King hamburger, what would it say?

That's a slide. The entire slide. I hate you, Marketing. It's the shit of the bull. It sucks that I'm going to get a D in this class because I never go and I can't bring myself to memorize this... this. Chapter 8: Marketing Research. I'm sorry Mrs. Teacher, I do not care what you have to say to me. Take my $900 and go.

I'm losing the race right now. I try simple tricks to catch up and I fall further behind. I sometimes worry, I sometimes don't. 2010 has sucked, but I'm enjoying it.

O:?

Every time I start writing something on this thingy it ends up being way too much of a downer. I don’t mean for it to be that way, so I don’t end up posting it. I’m thinking of adjusting my strategy for the upcoming year. Perhaps turning the curiosity knob more to the left (or was it right?). TGIF (toes go in first). The mapmaker is back in business.

Seclusion is more difficult. Addition of worrisome. Foolish peroxide.

I can’t help it. I need something new.