Damn this is old!

Haha I just had to post this! Omg, FMS Society and all our nonsense.

Cuz I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like my shit..

Like Nad says, “We’ve moved on from our mass comm life, so why can’t some people just get over it?”

All the shit that happened, the he said she said, the who’s popular and who isn’t shit is just getting soo old. People should just grow up and get it through their heads that we really just don’t give a flying fuck about those things no more. There are more important things in life that require our time and attention. Living in the past is just useless.

Mass Comm will eat you alive then build you into a rock void of all useless emotions.

For that, we thank you..

V. The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

I miss sitting in that classroom spending hours analyzing Arthur Miller and the many poems you taught us. Saturday morning classes were a pleasure because you believed in us enough to spend hours upon hours teaching us, the ones deemed by society as “normal”.  Oh dear sir, we are who we are because of you, if you only knew. For that, we thank you.

Looking back ……

at all that’s happened the past couple of years, I’d say things are pretty sweet.

I guess

I wasn’t meant to catch the Roots this year. Another reason why I have to fucking move to New York already!

Moving on to even more disappointing news, what was supposed to be a joyous week of looking forward to end of my three year education at the “lovely” school at the top the hill, is no longer. I can’t even leave the country till after the 25th now. Misery misery misery. I want out so bad.

xeditx:

We’ll work it out like we always do.

But watch out love,

Three strikes and we’re through.

Confidence why are you failing me now..

Mom talked to me about NYU today. She’s okay with it but I just don’t think I’m cut out for NYU. =(

Radio Heatwave- It’s what you want

Emotional breakdowns, excessive drinking on a friday night at Holland V after a not so manic week at work, never ending conversations of the inadequacies of the human race.

How can you not love Radio Heatwave?

Weed is good for you

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there’s doctors and there’s lawyers, and business executives
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

 

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.

 

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

 

I’ve been watching Weeds too much. Work officially starts on Monday. Poop.

Last day of school. Then again, I have to go back tomorrow to hand in my final Photojourn project.

A week’s break, exam week then off to the Philippines with Plainsunset, then two week break then its start of attachment. Doesn’t feel like I’ll be getting that much break time after but I plan to relish every moment.

I’m tired because I only slept for four hours last night and her constant nagging is just draining whatever energy I have left. Saturday, Photojourn in the morning then May’s party at night. Sunday, ATC’s album launch at home club. If you’re attending either, holla!, I’ll be there and if I’m a cranky bitch, don’t give me alcohol.

Ok off to school to hand in my Radio Proposal! I’m am really fucking tired.