12/27/04 03:49 am - How I could just kill a man.
So should I tell you what I did today? What I did this week? This month? These past four months I haven't updated? I'm stuck in perpetual boredom, living from one day to the next without anything to spice it up. I went to school. I got my 3.25. I'm waiting on transfer paper work. Fuck you. My head hurts cause I fell down outside and hit it.
No one reads this. There is no "you". Just like there is no "me". I'm not writing this. My hands are because I'm bored, and like speaking, I have the ability to watch television while I let my hands type on cruise control. Is that interesting? Probably not. So why am I writing this? Probably for the same reason I'm watching television and why my mp3 player on my computer screen is playing some unoriginal punk rock song that any number of bands could do and do exactly the same with it, but only one had the energy to drudge through a task as boring as recording a shit sounding song for three days that no one will care about after three months.
Thank you, underachievers everywhere. Your effort is unappreciated, but "thanks" is what is the social norm to say in this particular situation. "You" will not be remembered after you die and everyone who knows you die. You won't have existed.
Just as this boring band won't exist in three months.
I hope I don't have a concussion. It would suck to not wake up. If I don't, maybe I'll be able to squeeze out a nice dream or two before so. I doubt I have a concussion. So who cares about the dreams if they aren't the last ones I'll have?
This is pointless, but I do it because I'm supposed to.
Isn't that what everything else is?
No one reads this. There is no "you". Just like there is no "me". I'm not writing this. My hands are because I'm bored, and like speaking, I have the ability to watch television while I let my hands type on cruise control. Is that interesting? Probably not. So why am I writing this? Probably for the same reason I'm watching television and why my mp3 player on my computer screen is playing some unoriginal punk rock song that any number of bands could do and do exactly the same with it, but only one had the energy to drudge through a task as boring as recording a shit sounding song for three days that no one will care about after three months.
Thank you, underachievers everywhere. Your effort is unappreciated, but "thanks" is what is the social norm to say in this particular situation. "You" will not be remembered after you die and everyone who knows you die. You won't have existed.
Just as this boring band won't exist in three months.
I hope I don't have a concussion. It would suck to not wake up. If I don't, maybe I'll be able to squeeze out a nice dream or two before so. I doubt I have a concussion. So who cares about the dreams if they aren't the last ones I'll have?
This is pointless, but I do it because I'm supposed to.
Isn't that what everything else is?



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