Archive for March 2009
There are quarters everywhere in my back pocket. They seriously run rampid. There’s no stopping them. The dimes have no chance. Even if they did, fate would have taken it by now.
Fate did do a crazy thing though. One of the more prominent Arkansas quarters made a 1999 dime his bitch. They now have 8 pennies as offspring. Those poor pennies. They have no idea that their tramp of a mother had an intimate affair with an unfaithful penny down in the corner of my other back pocket. “Why am I so dark and coppery, Mum?” “BECAUSE YOU ARE!” Ahhhh, life….
Beauty is everywhere, man. Went down the hallway parallel to the science rooms and one of the lights was shining brighter than the rest. That’s beauty. Music is beauty. Knowing how to cheat without getting caught only cheats yerself. But it’s still beautiful. Haha. I have around 40 days to finish up my senior year. Wow, scary thoughts.
It’s like a wave of dancing tables who don’t give a flying fuck what you think. Thoughts don’t mean shit without paper and pencil. Haha, yer IQ just dropped to single digits for reading the previous two sentences. Stupid bitch. Fuck you. Just kidding. It may seem like I’m angry, but you’d be wrong. I just like swearing at the moment. Haha.
I’m actually pretty happy right now. In fact, if all of my friends were to jump off a bridge today, I wouldn’t jump with them. Naw, I’d be at the bottom catchin’ their crazy asses. Ahahahaha!
This was an assignment for LA class….we had to come up with a rule for life, pretty much any rule you could think of….so this is mine….
~ Happiness is not based on possessions or power, but on the relationships you make with the people you love and respect. ~
For my rule, I guess to fully understand it, you can’t be one of those money-hungry economists or businessmen who only care about how much they’ll make today or what kind of cash will be in their hand tomorrow. Happiness, I’ve learned so far in my eighteen years on this crazy Earth, is something you can’t touch. Something that the blind can see and the deaf can hear.
Hell, you could be the richest man in the entire world, but at the same time, the unhappiest. Living in a beautiful mansion along the sandy beaches of the Fiji Islands, retired at the ripe old age of 36, with billions and billions of dollars to your name sounds like a perfect picture of paradise, right? But what if there was a catch. The tiny writing on the bottom of the contract of life, the last two seconds of that ‘side-effect free’ Pepto-Bismol commercial. What if I said you could live that life of riches and bathe in all that fame and glory, but had to leave all your family and friends behind, having no contact with any of them for the rest of your life? You’d have all the essential things to live of course; money, food, and shelter. But without happiness and love, you’d have nothing to live for. At least I wouldn’t.
Marissa Krause, one of my closest friends, asked me the other day if I’d rather be filthy rich, but sad, or dirt poor, but happy. “Hmm, how bout’ filthy rich and happy, Sis? That sounds pretty good to me.” She just looked at me shaking her head back and forth, laughing quietly at my response. But once I got to thinking about the true reality of her question, I realized that indeed, if I did have a choice of these two, I’d have to go with the poor and happy one. And I don’t think I’d regret it either. You see, to me, happiness is the key to life. So if you’ve found that, you’ve found life.
You have white shoes hugging yer toes with a little gray scuff on the left side of the right one. Yer currently ignoring me, but I think it’s because yer concentrating on the Dr. Dre lyrics you just typed in on Google. “Dammit!” You say this through clenched teeth in muffled frustration as you open a screen not even remotely close to what you searched for. I have a feeling yer heart’s drowning in worry right now. Fuck feeling, I know this for a fact.
Hey laughing is a good alternative, right? Takes away the stresses of life and replaces em’ with tiny spiderwebs of hope. Ahhh, sister. I love you, and you better never ever forget that shit. Crackhead.
I am so chill right now. Can’t wait to throw the jav 125 feet baby. Happiness is all you need in this life. I’ve come to realize this more and more over the past few months. Figured out my “Recipe To Happiness” the other day. Goes a little somethin’ like this.
(In no particular order….)
*Mom + Dad
*Sis + Child + Bruh
*A 2-bedroom apartment
*A working car
*My laptop with free hi-speed internet
*Acne free skin
*A gym membership
*Music (anytime, anywhere)
Don’t hafta think too hard to make that list. I could go on and on and on but that’s no fun. Sometimes dreams are fun, but not when you can’t reach them by a long shot. Haha. Got a negative vibe just now. Shit, might as well write about it. Well let’s see, the economy sucks, guns suck, suicide bombers are the dumbest fucking people on Earth, the cold winter weather we’re currently undergoing sucks, my grade in LA sucks, Mrs. McDermott hates me, having sex sucks, not having sex sucks, and gaining weight sucks.
K, let’s go positive. I have the most amazing friends in the world, I aced (or am on the verge of aceing) my CWI paper, sweepstakes are healthy and good, I love how Dad tries so hard to surprise me and my brother with Fuze in the fridge and peanut butter bars in the cupboard, track has never been better and as fun as it is this year (so far), won 80 bucks to eastbay.com yesterday, didn’t hafta pay for beer last weekend, get to drive dad’s car without having to pitch in for gas, I love my Sis and actually get to hang out with her because of half days this week, I can legally go to casinos in Idaho, I’m making room for studying Hamlet, I can officially bench 2/3rd’s of my weight, and the sun is starting to break through the clouds outside. Shit, I can’t think of anything else to write. It’s all shooting through my head faster than I can write it, so I know for a fact I’ve missed stuff. Oh well, I’ll think of more later. Make a whole nother page of positives. Page of positives. Genius. Haha.