I've noticed something about myself on the first day of a new class. I'm more apt to find a quiet seat in the corner and (attempt to) look lethal. Atleast... that's what I believe I look like.

It's probably not even remotely close to lethal. I probably just look like a nerd. A nerd without a thing to talk about. Hehe... it's not like I even want to talk to these kids anyway. It's as if I'm too mature for these fools. Augh.

Goodbye. For now.

It's funny how your fingers can lead you to the same places over and over again.

I guess.

I wish he could feel what I'm feeling right now. I've got this wonderful.... elation that isn't relatable by any means.... eh except by shrooms. Shrooms man. Fucking shrooms.

I would love to hear some Dennis Leary right now. I guess I'm not up for anything deep. Nothing too prying or philisophical. That.... blows. I wish Corey would feel this. I wish he could. Then again an empty stomach.

It's as if everything is in a great symphony. It's all taking hold of this digusting feeling in my stomach. I want to puke. Ugh.

And even though I know it's only been minutes since I pulled up this webpage to ramble on about life, it feels like centuries ago.

I dunno why I'm even inside! I better go. I want to go play on some swings. Or maybe that will make me puke.

The only thing keeping me from vomiting all over the place is this elation.

Hah. This should be an interesting read when I'm sober. ^_^*