pain in my ass, mang?

weeeeeeeeee.

it's me again. here to talk to nobody in general, just try to put off working on shit I should have gotten done two hours ago.

okay. where to get started today? another episode on school, justin! school-ish, I guess.
as I've bitched about before, school is boring. so so so so so so so goddamn boring. my schedule, if you could call it one, is like this: Block A: Sleeping block,
B: being an asshole as per usual and lazing about block,
Block C: Plug into your ipod and ignore Ms.Dinunzio block, and
Block D, sit there and will the clock to move a couple seconds faster block.

hell, you just KNOW you're jealous. oh, and I've been getting away with 5,6,7 hours of sleep a night. a zombie I am, yessir. oh yeah, and choir. I'm not too fond of choir, lately. mainly because of the whole 7:20 in the morning thing. tis quite a deterrent when you're getting 5 hours of sleep a night.

oboyoboy! life's is about as interesting as watching all Al Pacino. blarg.

oh, here's another thing I wanted to talk about. Dreams, I guess. and talents, which, in my opinion, kinda intertwine. k. well.
people have dreams. at least, I think they do. it gives them a kind of thing to shoot for, y'know?
Bob wants to be a doctorologistspecialist. therefore, he would bust his ass trying to get into some famed medical school or something. that's the way I see it, anyways.
annd, dreams relate to talent, or skill, anywhich, because most of the time if someone's good at something, it could quite possibly give them something to accomplish i.e. "Be better than Mozart by age 2." you get what I mean.

it's my belief that I don't have a dream, ever will, mainly because I never, EVAR, did. like, there are retarded daydreams and all that, but I have honestly never found something I was so passionate about that I actually tried to achieve it.
slacker wisdom, folks.
and, of course, justin is as talented as a dry well. I just lurv my similes.
oh, don't label me for some kind of emo child just cos there's nothing I enjoy doing or I'm good at. oh, and don't think I'm exaggerating when I say there's nothing I'm good at. they say "there's always some better", right? well, for me, there's a whole fucking planet full of people better. haha.

not that long ago, a friend and I were at 8 rinks, and we talked about how good it must be to be one of those skating kiddies that were doing all kinds of spins an' shit. jeeeebbus, it's prolly nice to be supe-h-r noice to be as good as that. we also talked about regretting not having some outstanding talent, but yeah. only fourteen, and a bajillion shots have come and blown(lol.) away.

here's a tidbit before I wrap this up and go do what I was supposed to,
everyone sees themselves as their very own main character.
do you get that? it's simple. perhaps. okay. if you've stuck with me all the way to this part right here, thanks. really.













nawt. bejesus, y'all are gullible. but I'm also predictably predictable. supposedly.