I haven't done my laundry since spring break

i need a wife

so i got beef with a korean fob with a jaguar now
bring it on mother fucker

Maybe I should change my major...............

fuck

Maybe I'm not as forgiving as I thought I was.
scenarios run in my mind and frustrations follow.

The difference between you and me

It's not integrity.
It's not lifestyle.
No one can differentiate between you and me. Even with the whole mosh pit of crap that you throw out at the world, in the end, you're just as bad. No wait. I take that back, you aren't as bad. You are 10 times worse. I dont need to hide behind the stained glass windows and countless rows of pews to do what I do. I don't stand behind an alter and claim that I've changed when really the only different thing is my title. It's not what you believe in or the way you act that makes you different.

"God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?" ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

you're either first or last

SCOTTIE PIPPEN
May 13, 1994: With his Chicago Bulls down 2-0 to the New York Knicks in the Eastern Conference semifinals and tied 100-100 with 1.8 seconds left in game three, Pippen refused to hit the hardwood. Pip, who had led the Jordan-less Bulls all season, was upset because coach Phil Jackson called a play that had him inbounding the ball so Toni Kukoc could throw up a shot at the buzzer. After years of deferring to MJ, Pippen wasn’t about to let some Croatian steal his shine, so he sat while Kukoc calmly nailed a 23-foot fadeaway jumper at the buzzer to win the game. Pip’s stinky move lingers, which is fitting for someone who will always be remembered as a #2.


Sometimes you just gotta be the bigger man

I have reached a new sleeping record of sleeping 20 hours within a 28 hour window. That's right, worship me, bow to me. With this rejuvenating sleep, I now have the ability to do anything I want. But why is it that I want more sleep. I think I love sleep too much, yeah thats probably it. I'd rather sleep than eat. I'd rather sleep than play. Maybe I'm getting old. Nooooo I'm only twenty. Maybe I'm delirious. But then again we're all a little insane at times. You know what word is hard to say Drawer. It's damn near impossible to say, that along with rear wheel. Maybe my english just sucks. I have been in bad moods cause I sleep too much. Maybe I should sleep less. School buses are my mortal enemies. They have already cost me 700 dollars and 6 points my license. They are pure evil. A lot like this other person I know who's pure evil. I have a snowboard, Its pretty, It almost killed me last week, but I live. my knees dont live though. They are damaged beyond repair.

ok
I am done
thank you
bai bai

Weird

is

abnormal

but

good

Lee Jaedong is just too cool
he is my hero
XoxoxOXox

My sleeping schedule is so messed up, I haven't seen daylight in weeks now. At 6:22 am, I've run out of things to do. Ran out of the booze and cigarettes, friends have fallen asleep, so here I sit reminiscing about what I'm throwing myself into. Maybe I don't know myself as well as I thought I did. We all want to think that we know what we're doing, that we know what we want and how we're going to get it. Maybe I like to hold on to things even though I know that they're fleeting and temperamental. I guess I just like to think that life isn't about how many moments you have, but instead the moments that take your breath away (stole this from hitch). These moments are hard to come by. People always want to believe what they perceive when the visible is not the real. Things that feel so secure and stable are so short-lived.

I have always dealt with my problems on my own. Even as a kid I never tried to find comfort in others. I always told myself that I could make it on my own. Why worry other people who deal with the same fears and insecurities that everyone feels? Why push the burden onto them. So many times I've seen people try to take on the burden that others should bear and fall. When you can't take care of yourself, how do you expect to take care of other people. Why should you be expected to take care of others? It is the saddest thing to see people give their lives for others and fall further than any person that they have ever helped.

I think in the moment. I worry about the future when it comes. I live in the present. All these things combine and allow me to make the worst possible decisions in the long run. In the short run life is great, days are filled with smiles and laughter, but later on theres always that one day where you realize that you should have just stopped and thought through what you really needed. I'd like to think that each time I do this, I come one step closer to changing, but you can never really critique yourself honestly. "Life is the art of drawing without an eraser... Life is not about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself" (George Bernard Shaw).