February 2012
14 posts
Procrastination from studying has consisted of:
Facebook
Tumblr
Skype
Reddit
Cleaning my knife
Typing games
Asian comedians
My professor is about to break the world record for talking about one slide in his Powerpoint.
Sappy Love Poem
I do not write love songs.
My pen harbors no sappy words
My voice is plain and unobtrusive.
Yet, I am a creature of love.
It is the very fabric of my own creation;
An inescapable truth.
My heart beats for the chance to love,
And my hands reach toward the unseen.
I am reaching toward Love.
The guy behind me in
The guy behind me in lecture is wearing short shorts. Legit women’s booty shorts.
One Day
One day I will have a house of my own.
A wife to pour my love into,
Children to raise as my own.
In that house will be laughter and joy,
And only love shall leave that place.
And in that house will be placed a study.
In that study: a typewriter.
And on this single piece of technology,
I plan to write my life story.
I have been sitting in this chair for five hours now, waiting for class to start. So, here’s a list of things I could have been doing:
Homework
Sleep
Eat Lunch
Eat breakfast
Study
Enter a roller derby
Sky dive
Understand Quantum Mechanics
Walk through a wall
Fight another wolf
Drive to California
Go surfing
Figure out time travel
Hijack a car
Rob a bank
Become a professional...
Most productive thing I’ve done today: gained three levels in Tetris.
I've realized I'm never going to be ready.
I’ve come to realize that no matter how much I study or how much I try to practice, I’ll never be ready for everything. I always expected life to be exactly as I imagined and, sadly, this is not the case whatsoever. Things will happen that I can never prepare for and I have to accept this.
Sharp and cutting. Excising the unnecessary.
This is the creation of another. The genesis of life.
With surgical precision, Steady hands begin to change my life. With my heart we begin to operate With my life we begin to change.
I really need to memorize my class schedule. Two months into the semester and I still don’t know when my classes start.
Amazing how much I take breathing through two nostrils for granted.
Things College English has taught me:
Homework can be finished an hour before class starts
Being semi-nice will get you an obligatory A
Your professors aren’t all that intelligent
So basically, I’ve learned nothing.
Someone in the private study area of the library is snoring.
Loudly. Like a diesel engine.
If you’re going to get a longboard for college, please, for the love of all that is me not ankle-checking you, learn how to ride it PROPERLY.