Some Thoughts

So I've had a lot of time to think over the course of this shitty weekend. I've realized there are a few basic things I should live by.

Mourning is for family. A friend's passing should be spent reflecting on how you were privleged to call them a friend, and to help them live on in your memories of them.

The only woman you can ever really trust is your mother, once you get over the whole "Santa Claus/Easter Bunny/Tooth Fairy" thing.

Certain people should not be aloud to drink, or they should wear collars that electocute them when they put X amount of alcohol in their body. Examples of this are Shawn and Janie.

Urinating on someones door, while funny, especially when they are the bitches who dont talk or socialize at all, is pretty nasty in the end...Shawn

Reading is highly underrated

The summer could come any sooner. This semester has sucked ass. I will never have to see/speak to Tara again except on the odd chance I see her around campus next year. Sometimes I wonder if she still thinks of me, but probably only when my music is obnoxiously loud and I know she can hear it. Anyway, shes another reason for the whole "Don't Trust WOmen" thing. Moving right along.

I'm home alone tonight.
Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight.
I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly
possible...with you.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone.
I think I've found a way for you and I to finally fly free.
When we get there, we're gonna go far away.
Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity.
For years, I kept it to myself.
Now potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf.
Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy,
and we'll be there.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone.
I think I've found the way for you and I to finally be free