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I've been listening to this song NONSTOP. It's called "The Wonderful Future" by Our Lady Peace (Jordy is mentioned here for being the reason I'm into 'em) and is amazing. I discovered it existed about a week ago, and have listened to it dozens of times since. I listen to it a few times in a row before I sleep, throughout the day, several times in a row whenever I get in my car. I talk about it in blogs on the internet.
Also: I'm pretty much done with this semester at school. Summer's here, and now I can't even retain the excuse that my unemployment is related to school's workload. My life's been feeling incredibly monotonous lately. I'm frustrated with myself, my environment, and my belongings, and my acquaintances. Actually, this is the second time I'm typing up this blog update. The first time was erased when my laptop decided to shut itself off, as it's grown accustomed to not asking my permission to do so.
Basically: I need to get laid, and it's turning me into a cynical and cranky douche, which I don't like. But fucking random sluts is fail, and the decent women in my life seem to only come in few varieties:
- Sorry, I am in a relationship.
- Hey we're great friends and have been for a while.
- What's your roommate up to?
- False alarm, I'm a bitch.
What's this mean to you people? Nothing. In related news (related to me and my life, that is. Which is why you're here. To read about my life. Oh you're not? Well fuck off and die, plzkthx (jk, stay and respond so that I might be entertained by your comment)): I'll be lurking around the forums a lot more than I did previously. A LOT MORE. 100% lurk-to-post ratio for the next several months. Why? Because I feel like it. I'll still be here, just kinda backseating my participation.
This summer's plans include:
- Fitness
- Fun
- Frugality
... that's all I feel like writing. Maybe I'll update this later to include a poem for your perusal. Even though I know most of you will either ignore it, not get it, or post an old joke in a psuedo-facetious manner that's been done to death relating to it. See? That cynicism just creeps right in.
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Here's a poem for you guys to ignore/critique/whatever. I really like it.
A dialogue between an individual and his environment
Modern convenience of pen and paper,
Though apt to attract many an aper,
So allowing an insight inside-out
And leaving the context mostly to doubt;
Yet hoping to instill context in you,
The reader who otherwise would eschew
A perfect description's perfect setting
Of a twelve by ten, frustrating homestead
Over bright green hill, trees, and brick buildings instead--
Of a slowly wafting coffee's ascent
Toward the morning nostrils' cognizant scent--
Of an inquisitive bee at the screen
Trying to get in, and as it is seen
Persuading my exit. Most convincing.
Usernamed
FUCK YOU BITCH
Evark
Surely surly's uncalled for.