smallbomb0101

i am displeased.
you know WHO YOU ARE

Holy shit Livejournal,
i havn't even THOUGHT about you for a month!
your stocks must be way down

depression is...
looking down and relizing you only have 1 ciggarette left

I should know who I am by now
I walk the record stand somehow
Thinkin' of winter
The name is the splinter inside me
While I wait

And I remember the sound
Of your November downtown
And I remember the truth
A warm December with you

But I don't have to make this mistake
And I don't have to stay this way
If only I would wake

The walk has all been cleared by now
Your voice is all I hear somehow
Calling out winter
Your voice is the splinter inside me
While I wait

And I remember the sound
Of your November downtown
And I remember the truth
A warm December with you
But I don't have to make this mistake
And I don't have to stay this way
If only I would wake

I could have lost myself
In rough blue waters in your eyes
And I miss you still

Oh I remember the sound
Of your November downtown
And I remember the truth
A warm December with you
But I don't have to make this mistake
And I don't have to stay this way
If only I would wake

schools out (for the summer)
officially a senior
which would probably be cooler if all my friends hadn't, you know, already graduated

i've had this stuck in my head for days

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..

i didn't want to hurt you baby
i didnt want to hurt you
i didnt want to hurt you but your pretty when you cry

i really miss last summer
when it was faye, jew, amber, ima, and me.
that was good.

good god, i've been going at it with the carpet for like, 45 minutes.

this is ridiculous
no one even uses livejournal anymore
why do i even have this account?
i dont even know.
well
toommoorrow i have school
i think afterwards i will go to great harvest bread company and beg them to give me a job
so i can start my career as a baker
im going to be a great one,
didnt you know?
oh, you naive livejournal enthusiast
you dont even know your reading the blog of the greatest baker that will ever have lived
isnt it a thrill?
you didnt even know it
who KNOWS what you'll read next
but thats not important now
your totally imerssed in your current reading material
it doesnt even matter what you;ll read next
or do next, for that matter
your entire existence is revolving around the words i am typing right now
the words of the world's next greatest baker
what am i going to type next?
who even knows
certainly not you
maybe not even me
your now dazed
lost in a fog of dizzieness
i would try to console you
but i am to busy daydreaming about being a baker
thats the trick you see,
i just have to visulize myself baking ALL the time
thats seems too easy,
you may comment
but its ok if you dont understand, it will all sink in eventually
this concept of greatness
you probably have never experienced it before,
its all very new to you
take some time
sit down, even read the paper,
the daily dose of worldly calamity must be very familiar, wich in turn
can be very relaxing.
this is all i hav for you today, young reader
and you must see, that was a very long sentence.
i'm all out of energy.

hey, someone leave me a comment
my quota is waaaay down

i
got
my
P-E-R-M-I-T
today.
i almost got a permit to drive a firetruck
but unfortunatly they relized their mistake

I am TOTALLY graduating in december,
or really,
two weeks into january
becuase my school is stupid
but
woop
woop
woooOOOOOoooooop!

to that question you've been asking yourself for the past month
the answer is no
you cannot

Dear Math-
I Hate You. We had a good run, i really used to enjoy being around you, but now i can't stand the sight of you. we are sooo over. Its not me- its you- you've turned into a ridiculous bitch. You leave all your stupid problems lying around for me to solve, its all very very pointless and repetitive. And you expect me to remember things that really make no difference to anyone. so, please, stay away from me.
Go Die-
<3jade
p.s. Especially you- Imaginary numbers- you don't even exixt and manage to frustrate me to the point of tears
p.s.s And you- Properties of roots of real numbers

i'm quitting my job
and im getting a tattoo

and i am totally going with a cute girl from my english class.
\/\/00t!

future career- i've decided-
science fiction novel cover illustrator
damn straight
i am also attracted to the long job title.
also-
algebra II is stupid
the numbers we work with dont even exist
they're even called
imaginary numbers
this is retarded

according to my art history teacher, the red hair gene dates back past the caveman
then he started to cal me a Neandrothol
and proceeded to tell me to go wrestle a muskox
i dont think i should stay after anymore

some woman called me adorable tonight, and i got $11 dollars in tips!!
also,
my dorky art teacher found an oversized ceramic hand, pretended it was his, and walked around the hallway hoping the people changing classes would notice with a goofy smile on his face. it was the funniest thing i've seen all day.