i wake up and think dreams are real. i sleep so i don't have to feel the truth that you can't ever be the one who never forgets me. let me sleep away.

i always hate when my finals are over.

no, not because i genuinly like law school..obviously i hate it, and there's nothing even remotely exciting about accounting. it's just the fact that i've had something to do...something pressing that i should be doing rather than sitting on my ass doing nothing that even came close to what i had to do...that whole sense of urgency...

yea, it goes bye-bye until next semester starts...and i am far from the type of person that can sit and do nothing for more than an hour without going absolutely insane. so, it kind of goes without say that after waking up, going to the gym, and returning home at noon today....i went insane.

so to anyone who was conversing with me that isn't aware of how absolutely fucked up in the head i am..there you go. i am that fucked up in the head at most times, i just have other shit i'm doing to keep that side of me rather quiet. it's yelling up a fucking storm right now, so you saw it. my apologies.

in other not so interesting fantastic news...here's a little update on my goings-on:

1. i went to a stripper class. i swear to god the instructor was the most raunchy human being i've ever seen...and aside from resiting the urge to make her into a purse because of how much she tanned and trying my damndest not to crack STD jokes with her as hero and being rather successful at it...woman could spin her ass on a pole. wow. talk about a fucking pro. don't get too excited, i have no intention of being a stripper...and i really have no intention of going back to that class. it was fun, a great ab workout...but c'mon guys...i can hold my tongue for an hour, but after that? it's on like mother fucking gravitron.

2. i got asked to sing for another band. yippy skippy! only problem is, i have to write lyrics to a song i was not a part of writing, and the only way i can hear the song is through myspace...which, for anyone who has ever tried to listen to a song on that bastard website knows...is a no go. do you know how hard it is to write lyrics to a song that you can't hear entirely through at least once? dear fucking lord! the fact i have no idea what kind of vibe this band is going for isn't realyl helping either. i'm like a blind dude trying to find a urinal. needles to say..the lyrics suck more dick than your mom but i'm a glutton for punishment so, here they be:

it’s a long time feeling like this
long time sickness coming with
i’ve tried so hard to find another way
but got stuck staring in your dark gaze

so please stay
just knock me down again
so maybe I can get up right this time.
because the moral to the story goes
i’m the phoenix rising in you.

loathing streets and lights
this darkness makes me feel alright
stories mingled. their tangled up
i don’t ever want to think you’d give this up

jaded sights and sounds
gagged and trapped, i feel so bound
faded, i hope heaven sent
regards sent to wherever my self went

so please stay
just knock me down again
so maybe I can get up right this time.
because the moral to the story goes
i’m the phoenix rising in you.

i used to be confused, but now i’m used to being used.

it's very ewww eh? o-well. it'd be nice to get the gig seeing as the guitarist for my band now is having bipolar issues...and i miss practice.

3. i drove thirty fucking minutes to get a salad at this restaurant i love today, only to drive thirty fucking minute back and find out the bitch gave me the wrong salad....and not only did i get the wrong salad, but the salad was a bacon and ham jamboree of non kosher fun. i tried to pick out all of the ham jamboree, but it was pointless. fuckers!

4. blogger has finally offered me the opportunity to join the beta blogger clan...but, oh! the fuckers like to be cock teases, because when i go to switch it tells me i can't on account of how many posts and comments my blog has. what the fuck is that noise all about? why offer it to me anyway? and the worst thing? every fucking time i log in it tells me to make the switch...which obviously i can't...uch. talk about rubbing it in that i suck, huh?

5. i have no real five. i just don't really like to end things on a "4" because i'm ocd and all that bullshit. i will say that i am officially addicted to vitamin water-dragonfriut flavor. i actually dreamed last night about it. and, speaking of dreams..i've been having a lot of deja vu moments lately....so, either i'm completely out of my fucking mind, or i seem to like to tell my future in clumps. who knows.