I'm straight. I won't crack.
On my way and I can't turn back.
I'm okay. I'm on track.
On my way and I can't turn back.
I stay on this track.
Gone too far and I can't go back.
I stay on this track.
Lost my way, can't go back.
Everyone is so optimistic!
I was complaining to Will earlier that "Why is everything so pointless? Life is supposed to be a little less pointless." And here I am thinking that everyone else is more pessimistic than me. Isn't that wrong? OH WELL. No one can be happy.
My schedule is really fucking screwed up. Here's a basic rundown:
- Wake up at 9:00 AM to partake in a conference call for work.
- Go back to sleep until about an hour before my first class.
- Take a shower.
- Wait for first class to start by sitting or laying around.
- Go to first class and return.
- Wait for second class to start by sitting or laying around, if I have one.
- Go to second class and return, if I have one.
- Wait for third class to start by sitting or laying around, if I have one.
- Go to third class and return, if I have one.
- Go over to Will's apartment, and stay until about 1:00 AM, then return to my apartment.
- Lament about how I have nothing to do and no desire to do it until about 3/4:00 AM, then go to sleep.
As you can see, the going to sleep at 3/4:00 AM and being interrupted about 9 is not such a good formula. Then I have to be anxious that I'm not getting any of my assigned work done during the day (or homework, when I have it, which isn't very often).
Yeah... I don't know what to do.
You can be a genius and a fuck-up and the dichotomy is that one may never win out over the other. (paraphrased)
This describes me so well, in several ways.
GOD I fucking hope they play Sunspots.
When I have thoughts I'm in no mood to record in this blog. You're all fakers. So that explains that.
The Life Aquatic is awesome.
Lost in Translation is amazing.