I have a pretty unique approach when I plan things. And trust me, I like to plan things. I basically list out all the shit I need to do on a specific date, and let things run their natural course. If things starts to fuck up, then well, life goes on. Everything is planned, but whatever goes, goes.
...I really hate it when people bail. No really, like, really really hate it. Though in my way of planning things, it happens, and I accept the things that I can't control. Go pragmatism.
My life is a mess of pragmatism. And my idealist self hates it.
And the wind brought Clive @ 1:32 PM
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Thursday, June 18, 2009 |
Everyone says I ought to cut loose. My brain says they're probably right. The rest of me says no.
What to do, what to do...
I won't use the L word. It makes things way too hard to take back. I'm an idiot.
And the wind brought Clive @ 6:32 PM
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Sunday, June 14, 2009 |
So I'm looking at my last post, the one I made yesterday. I was kind of afraid to read it. Now I know how my brain sounds like when it's straight up vocalizing thoughts. I have some ghetto swagger in there. Word.
And the wind brought Clive @ 12:35 PM
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Friday, June 12, 2009 |
Aite so I gotta write this down cuz it's hella trippy. I woke up just now from the most cracked out dream I had in hella days. So apparently Bryce, Tiff, and I were off to see a movie at some fancy big movie theater. Somehow, I got to control the light up neon sign outside (That said 'adderall' btw) and I could play around with the colors and the luminosity of the sign. It was all rainbows and shit. Were all talking and shit about why I post things on my blog cuz no one reads this shit andyway and I like my intellectual property and shit. We were drinkin and driving and we all got fucking wasted and I passed out. I wake up and Bryce is parked on the side of the road and he's all got his face in his hands. Tiff is looking kinna pissed. I think like, oh shit I gotta jet cuz I have to fix the lights on the neon sign, that i fucked up, and now hella people are gonna see this jacked up sign. So I tell Bryce that and he's all like Oh shit, oh my god. And this creepy ass cop come up CHP status and I'm like fuuuuck Bryce is looking hella wasted right now. My dumbass yells at Bryce and was all like "Bryce we have beer and bud in the trunk!" The CHP guy comes and is right next to the window, takes one look at all of us, and I'm like Hello officer. Tiff is looking out the side and Bryce is tryna explain shot but starts crying. I'm still fucking pissed cuz I gotta get back to fix the sign, and that Bryce has like hella cases of beer in the trunk. The officer circles the car and yells some randomass gibberish into his ear, and he circles a couple more times when I realize it's Vietnamese(?) And I'm trippin out cuz the cop is fucking radio-ing for reinforcements in Vietnamese. I'm hella thinking we're gonna get busted and I'm gonna have a fucking criminal record. So the CHP walks back to his car and gets in on the radio. I'm like shiiiiit, he's not coming, FLOOR THAT SHIT BRYCE! And we floor it, and somehow we're close to Fremont. And I tell him to take Automall parkway this one exit but Bryce is still hella wasted and fucking rails the car along the wall. We go along the wall and hit a dead end and I yell turn that shit around man its that lane! And we get on our way and I go like "SEE Bryce, you gotta listen to me more often!" Tiff just sits there and yea.
WTF...
So I typed that RIGHT after I woke up. Now I'm back, and I'm over my down so I actually make sense. Addy is helllla trippy. I swear, no more 90 mls in 2 days. That's fucking overkill D:
...I wonder who's going to read this...
And the wind brought Clive @ 3:24 PM
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Thursday, June 11, 2009 |
I'm done with FINALS. Win. This month's been hectic...hell, this quarter's been mad hectic. I'll do a legit post after I get back to NorCal and settle down.
Peace out.
And the wind brought Clive @ 9:34 AM
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009 |
In lieu of studying for finals, I think it's time that I take a useless study break and waste an hour or so of my life here typing things out. I suck at focusing, even with adderall. It's true epic failure. Instead of studying, Mike Yu called and distracted me with Magic for 4 friggin hours. Epic, epic fail. I swear, this addy break this is a killer...
And the wind brought Clive @ 3:26 PM
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Sunday, June 07, 2009 |
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