ICA thoughts. pt2. fuck.

a typing zombie i have become
lo and behold there is almost none
that i cannot type for i have been built
to do nothing more than type and then wilt

however that is where my specialty ends
give me a ball and make me bend
i will be cracked and i will soon be dead

it is true my friends
this is what i have become
doomed forever to type words like 'sum'
and now i lose focus, i slowly slip
into a haze
of typing bliss

ICA 9/11 (lul) thoughts

boredom is like
the tick of a clock
it's all fun and games
until something starts to tock
but then something starts to tick
and you realize, there's not much left
of your time
and then you rush, to your final breath
todo,towrite,tospeak,tothink,totype,tobribe
time out of doing his job
i'm not quite sure
how this relates to boredom
but it's all the same as long as it
sounds good.


yeah i kinda ruined the last stanza part. but oh well! kidney rocks!

new URL!

what's up. been a post drought lately, no?

well yeah. i'm back, as i always am. so. things of note that i have gotten done:

1. changed the URL so it's legit cool now. http://quasilame.blogspot.com/ .
^this kid's a fucking shameless advertiser. spam him.

2. I came to realise today, that Intro Computer Apps 9 is
A. The most fucking boring class in the history of things
B. Is boring.
and C, Bill Greer is a jerk.
yeah, C doesn't make sense. but it's sure as hell true.

okay, so the other day, for block C, I went to French. I went, shut ms.dinunzio down for a bit(more on my skills in this area later.) and then bill walks in. I leave. Nick leaves. but then he comes and hunts us down the next day! I mean, really? you have nothing else better to do. Go welcome some kids or sommat, jesus christ. so I'm officially banned from Frank(lol) Dinunzio's class. I'll still go, just later on in the year when people forget stuffz.

okay. kinda have to finish this intro stuff; it's a loooot of work. so. a poem, guys. yeah. that's correct.

okay, ahem

There once was a boy named Bill.
He was shunned, for having no skill

in areas masculine;

years pass by,
bill's still an in-standing guy,

pushing pencils

and eating krill

slowly dissatisfaction grows

'what have i accomplished?'

he only managed to bed Trish

his distant cousin.

furious, he cries out

ashamed, he begins to pout

'RIDICULOUS!' he shouts

so Bill made a plan.
he was going to school

and he would need to cram

his idea was this.

'why be miserable, without bliss,

when i can go destroy dreams of kids?'

and so that he did.

but to this day,

he still has several large lame hairs gray.

that's right. you don't fuck with me cause i'll write long poems about you.

WOO.

idk

it feels weird.
just, weird.
well, okay. the groups are different. the people are different. but it shouldn't matter, right? it kinda does. it feels so unapproachable, yknow?
yeah, i dunno. strange how that works, yo.

aw fuck, another mush post. BAAAW.