like a weightless currency, your words don't mean shit to me.


I could complain about me, but instead i'll complain about the people surrounding me for now. lets start with the couple who is in the art lounge every monday cuddling on the couch. they even brought a blanket today. go home. next, we have the girl who is eating thick milk, or maybe runny yogurt out of what looks like a beaker. interesting. we have a man in a fear factory shirt that always leaves trash and i want to shove it down his throat. my sociology book features a photo of three six mafia for reasons i do not know, but it is keeping me interesting in reading. fuck school, for the record. something about it just doesn't seem right recently. maybe it's my first time taking a midterm? we'll go with that. my ipod is full, again. if i could i'd go back in time and NOT get an ipod touch. better yet, i'd go back to before my old ipod broke a week before california and then having to rush to get a new one to avoid killing myself on that trip, which i then discovered that feeling was going to happen anyways. cute canoodiling couple on couch is staring at me. time to get buuussssyyyyyyy.