Cinco

So yeah….. first day of school. Not too shabby. My history prof seems quite interesting and surprisingly down to earth for someone who holds a phd it what would seem to be quite a boring field. Comp 2 prof talks really fast is very to the point and quite serious. At the same time however, he did make a very nice blade runner analogy, which automatically gives him a thumbs up in my book.

So I say I want to write. I’m not sure my efforts have been convincing thus far. I am ridiculous. An excuse for everything. What the Fuck? How do I get inspiration? What do I write? Fuck man. Fuck. Whatever. I want to be good. Deviate from the path. How can I distinguish myself as an individual if I don’t even know who I am? I’ll do what I can. Oh… and uhhh Fuck man. Make me one of the cool kids. Not one of those ones that everyone talks about, but one of the one’s who is even cooler because you don’t even think about the fact that they’re one of the cool kids, But you still know their cool. Cause… they’re different. But that makes them the same. Just let me write.

I’m a pseudo amateur writer and in a bustling starbucks this afternoon I let my cynical side do some good (or bad however it may be). If you don’t like, I probably won’t care anymore. I’m over that. More power to the pseudo writer.

Music of the Day = Derek Webb

Friend of the Day = Beka

Female Interest = JC ( not to be confused with the JC made famous by some silly magic tricks and some sort of crucifixion. Cause I’m not gay. And JC wasn’t a female)

Later