joey

this is depressing.

oh my painful childhood.

musings of that bum

blank. just like my test paper
my brain, it starts to whither
waste some ink, ye old slacker
(aa interupts)

come up with something proper

enumerate, identify, fill in that blank
dig up that good ole magic word bank
see now why it ain't what you call junk?
oh watch now how you painfully flunk.

the reading was harsh, you say
just sleep now and later pray
you were already going that way
you knew there was a price to pay

back to the blanks, how many items?
less than, i assume, last night's REMs
why didn't i just pay attention, damn

i feel dumb, i'm just like all of them.

cellmol exam.

screw you, inconsiderate prof.

makin' in by the pink moonlight

it's always penny and me tonight.

i need to keep myself constantly up nearly every night until about 3am so i can work on my readings. my tactics go from coffee breaks to plants vs zombie breaks to strolling outside the house to flipping through channels. so far i haven't gotten to any that hits the right spot. i'm awake in the meantime, while doing my study break rituals but as soon as i go past six words through the paragraphs, i'm catching zzzzz again. i tried not resting my back against anything, keeping the air conditioner off, munching on brain food but peanuts are just as useless in keeping my lids from shutting as watching a porno on HBO (you know, because they cut off all the scenes. good analogy, bad example. sorry.)

i'm trying a new method now. avenue= youtube. i search for super old videos of songs that i've listened too when i was young. it's double purpose see, i get to zone in my past and hope that the nostalgia will keep me awake. (awake not distracted. i hope) right now, i'm stuck with hanson. and boy did i just feel old. maaaaan.

here's one of my favorite hanson songs. enjoy. :)

anxious

i'm being too psych. then again, what do i do but feel sweaty, jumpy and bite my nails (emoticon-based). plus this half-working, half-slow and half-heavy slash hard keyboard i'm using at the computer lab makes me want to doubt my fingers' dexterity. i'm pressing the backspace bar more than any other key or combination of. it's so stiff and far apart. anyway, don't blame it on the inanimate object. that ain't gonna work.

i think i just cut class. i think there was no class. there was no notice. there weren't any people in the classroom either. should i have waited longer? but it was empty. now i'm not doing anything. i'm typing. surfing. waiting for my next class. wait. what happened there? what did i miss? did ma'am say we weren't meeting today? who to text? no one. i don't know anyone. what now? i should wait. i'll wait. i'll keep typing til the bell rings. is that it? was that the ring? is it time? should i go? i can't miss another class.

people cut without a worry. fast people. i'm sorry but i have trouble missing things i'm not supposed to. rule 1: DON'T CUT.

i'm not a nerd. i just don't like that anxious feeling when i'm not where i'm supposed to. bye.