i wish i could document every moment that i spend in school. it’s a weird experience- i like school… a lot. i want to spend every waking moment in the halls of that place. which is strange. really queer. because, i don’t like school. i don’t. i hate it. my whole life i’ve hated it. school hurt my feelings. waking up. going to class. taking tests. learning stuff that doesn’t matter. ever.

my favorite thing to say to teachers, as most intelligent, lazy people, like myself, would agree on, was always, “why do i have to learn this? of all the people in the school, why do you think that i care at all? cause i don’t. this is lame and doesn’t matter in my future career as a server/bartender.” then i would get mad and ask for the hall pass and sit in the bathroom, and do my hair, and stare at my face.

not a lot has changed in four years.

except the fact that i love school now… i love listening to my ipod on my breaks. i love learning about supply and demand. i love watching videos from the 1980’s. granted i still go into the bathroom and stare at my face, but even that is more fun then it’s ever been.

i only have five or six more years to go… which will take me to about twenty-seven years old. ahhh. i hate school… it lasts so long.

i’m quitting now while i still can.

“today’s been a career day,
futures made and fortunes lost as I’m standing in the lobby,
I’m waiting for the elevator to take me away up to nine or ten, maybe eleven
the sound of sirens fading as she whispers in my ear she’s saying,
its too late to wish success so get undressed and
please just come to bed
cause I’m the last real thing you’ve got
you’re cursed by all ambitious thoughts
is that all you’ve got as for you,
you spin a story like a spider spins a web
see that’s a metaphor, no wait, a simile
I’m still learning but I think I’m getting better
oh if I’m not tortured how are you ever going to relate?
I’ve been condemned by those I love,
wishing me the worst as I’m trying my best
but she’s the last real thing I’ve got
I’m cursed by all ambitious thoughts
is that all you’ve got
love close your eyes and cover, cover your ears,
for the end is near but the beginning is here
in with the outro and out with the old
I’m gonna tie all the loose ends i once pulled
in with the outro and out with the old,
preparing for failure, from what we’ve been told
in with the outro and out with the old
with nothing to offer, so nothings been sold
in with the outro and out with the old
forgive me and give me
one more chance to fold
in with the outro and out with the old
there’s nothing to lose when there’s nothing to hold
we’ll be together in the morning”
–the format