Happy Birthday Jean

Maybe I've realized this before, but when it comes to me most realizations tend to disappear into the vastness of space after a few minutes, hours, or days. First of all, well hey just right now!I've developed a habit of sitting like a peasant with my left feet on the chair. And so I hear this blood that's gathered underneath my toenail isn't going away for two more months.

Second, more or less insignificantly, I tend to not take sides or have opinions on a lot of matters. Not really news, but offers a plausible explanation as to why the only thing coming out of me in a certain class lately has been my smiley smile. Smiles tend to beat stupid opinions at least. Like girls ranting about why there shouldn't be population control. Really...Really? Why don't you get the fuck outta here and go feed them then?

...so now that I've just been found guilty of some opinionated ranting, I just want to defend my occasional lack of opinions by the fact that the world tends to happen regardless of what youmetheyuswe thinks.

From religion's judgmental standpoint this is a lack of conviction. But if Dante's right, !and I think maybe that I should save up some money to place a bet regarding the afterlife once that technology becomes available! then hopefully I'll end up in the first circle of Limbo. Did you know that not only does it feature green fields and a castle, but is also populated by the likes of Homer and Virgil? !Finally!maybe! I will learn to appreciate the classics!

And maybe I'll have more opinions and convictions once there's proof that the eternal happiness that majestically!radiates throughout heaven is actually more of an eternal acid trip. Happy Birthday Jean.

"Every bear knows that honeyed tea can sweeten you dreams..."

Reverting. A walk through campus armed with MEH flask.

My mascot is a stupid tree, so perhaps its sparsely fitting that many varieties of fruits grow here. Next to classrooms. Outside my apartment. Apples, oranges, and limes. There's always something refreshing about them? Lately I've been "stealing" both limes and vodka (from fellow classmates) for the obvious concoction. All this while making a fool of myself, including my traditional stereotypical race rants. Maybe I had similarly assholes friends in the past, but that shit does not fly here.

I often stroll my neighborhood slash campus. Sure it's historical; pretty pillars and bricks and busts elicit that WOW effect to some degree. But sometimes I can't help but visualize all the dusty redundancy that surrounds me. The fact that prestige is somehow hinged upon history. Even peoples' attitudes here evince a great deal of nonsensical arrogance. Maybe its because that they think of themselves as people who should be looked upon as geniuses and deserve respect just based on that false asset.

Whatevers. I can go fuck a history right now.