My NHS Essay

While searching through the entangled remnants of my Windows XP files - I recently had my computer reformatted and reinstalled with Windows 7 - I rediscovered a word document from my past. It was titled "NHS Essay" and so I assumed it was my application essay for the National Honors Society, which I am currently a member of, and opened it up. It went a little something like this:


When life hands you lemons, make lemonade. That’s what my father told me out of nowhere one day as I was making sushi in the backyard. “But dad, I don’t like lemonade,” I replied. He smiled and told me to go chop wood. Being the gentleman that I was, I amused him by scratching his back instead. The sunlight of the moon created shadows in the shadow-less darkness. As time grew into trees and the water grew silent like apricots on a Saturday morning, I picked flowers in the dentist office. The phone rang, and I danced along to it. I karate chopped the phone and it blew into a billion pieces. Out of the ruins of the karate chopped phone appeared a leprechaun the size of a penny. I had to squint carefully to reassure myself that I was not dreaming. The leprechaun winked at me as it scurried across the floor and into the tool cabinet of the dentist. I quickly grabbed my umbrella and blew up a car door out of steel, sourdough bread, and a monkey’s guitar. This in turn, made the leprechaun screech like a coyote and roll out from under the cabinet and into a shoebox. The shoebox turned out to be a life-sized cardboard cut out of Zac Efron, which came to life, and ate the leprechaun like a bag of chips. CRUNCH. MUNCH. “Yummm! Lucky charms!” shouted the Zac Efron. He was a massive beast, weighing in at 180 pounds and towering a good 6”2’, he was a formidable opponent. He licked his fingers off in a seductive way and shot his devilish, yet sexy, eyes at me. “Get your head in my PUSSY!” He demanded. I was shocked frozen like a pack of wolves on New Year’s Eve. “What the fuck? Are you asking me to have sexual relations with a piece of cardboard?” I exclaimed in absolute discontent and confusion…and disgust. He let out a huge “ROARRR!” and demanded he be treated like a real woman. “Why don’t you just go and make love to a stack of papers!” I retorted. The angry Zac Efron settled his toes into the sand and ate a block of chewing gum. He chewed on that piece of gum until it was nice and fine like taffy and he used it to stick me to the wall. I



Realizing quickly that this unfinished, ridiculous and completely random piece of work wasn't my NHS essay, I laughed and remembered. When I was first attempting to write my essay, I was not in the thinking nor writing mood, and so I just went off on a tangent and typed away without thinking. Thus, the beginning, and sudden end, to a strange and sexually repulsive story was created.

It was the fourth of July,

and instead of waking up to the smell of barbecue, I woke up to the insistent pestering of my mother. " Tuc ya dee! We're going to the flea market!" What the fuck? The flea market? We haven't been there in ages. I asked," Do I have time to shower?" and she promptly said, "No, shower later," and left. I grabbed jeans off the floor and a shirt from the closet, jumbled them together on my body, brushed my teeth, and walked downstairs and through the garage door. I eased into my dirty white converse as I peered around for any hint, sign, or clue of my dad's whereabouts. He's usually the first one outside and today I thought I might've beaten him. I was wrong. I heard the side gate clank as my dad walked out, a blue metal stroller trailing behind him. He beeped the car as I opened the trunk to help him load up the stroller. I then grabbed four water bottles and dropped them into the front of the car. My brother, sister, then mother came out afterwards and we were off. When we got there, it was a slow beginning, like always, but I quickly found what my heart was searching for. Through the endless rows of electronics, I found an antique alarm clock that also doubled as an am/fm radio. The clock was analog. I fell in love. I quickly discussed between my brother and sister, and then asked the lady, "how much?" "Five," she said. I bargained for four and a minute later I was walking away with a plastic bag with my 'brand new' clock/radio. It seemed as if I were on a treasure-finding-roll, because about twenty minutes later, I struck gold again when I found an old 80's-looking boombox made by Sanyo. I was instantly hooked and quickly turned to inquire its worth when I was beat to it by a "Ocho dolares," that came out of the man's mouth. I quickly declined and replied with, "five." He took the bait and in the end I had a boombox and alarm clock. Oh, how lucky I am. My luck turned even better when I arrived home to find both of my treasures working! I gave a victory screech and pranced around the house while music played from the Sanyo boombox. It felt like love.

Stop all the clocks,

cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.

-W.H. Auden


Michael Jackson, The King of Pop.
6/26/09

So Yesterday,

was an okay day I guess. I don't remember what happened though, now that I..oh wait...hmm...yesterday..oh yeah, so yesterday I just stayed home for the most par..oh fuck! Dude, so yesterday! I had my driving test in the morning. Damn, it was a total failure, let me tell you that. But the sad thing? I didn't really actually fail! It was the damn..shit, just wait, lemme explain. So I wake up at 7, take a shower, call back Vivian, informed her that I was already awake and apologized to her for not being the one to wake me up, grope around a bit for some clothes I think, then at around 7 30 I'm already downstairs. My dad doesn't let me eat anything.

Ti, what do you want to eat?
uhm...how about...cereal?
No.
Rice and..
No, you might get a stomach ache.
Alright well..
Here, eat bread and I'll grab some cream cheese for you.
Okay.

I eat in silence while my dog watches from behind the glass door that leads into the backyard. I was actually not nervous to be honest. I was in the zone I guess you can call it. The driving zone. I was ready to take that test. I was ready to get my license. I was ready. My cell goes off and I pick up. It's Judy.

Hello, can I please speak to..Duy?
(Dude..you're calling my cell..you ARE speaking to Duy)
Oh yeah, this is Duy.
Oh hello Duy, this is Judy, I'm two minutes away.
Oh okay, bye.

Next thing I know I'm sitting in the driver's seat of a Toyota Yaris. We drive off and go pick up Annie. Her appointment was at 9 and mines was just thirty minutes before that. Everything was going just as planned. Life was swell. I looked at everything with a sense of optimism and delight. I was happy. I drove like I was flying. The car, floating above clouds of white. Life was exciting, life was great, life was swell. Everything was going well.

YEAH...everything WAS going well until the test examinar told me I couldn't take the test because I had a broken brake light. FUCK THAT. WTEFLAJLK;FJELWKJAFE.EFWALJFEKLWJFEW.

Fcuk. I'm good, I'm good. So fuck, after that all I did was sit in the toyota listening to a sad song on the radio. Judy was on the phone with Allen, my driving instructor, who was bringing another car for Annie to take the test in. Lucky. Sigh, whatever, Hopefully I can take it again on Monday, but if not Monday, then some other time the week after, which TOTALLY SUCKS HUGE BALLS....

Anywho, have a good day everyone.

Hey, just signing in to say

I love you!

Not Just Two Words

Just two words,
Ba and Noi.
Just two words,
That seemed more than -
just two words.
That seemed much more
than -
just two words.

Because Ba Noi was more than,
Just two words,
to some she was,
a thousand words.

They say a picture's
worth a thousand words
but without the picture
there are no words.

Just two words
but not,
just two words.

- Duy

"Shhhhhh," I tell them.

"I gotta tell you guys something."
They all lean in.

We were at Dim Sum practice, told them how I had to go,and get ready, head to hospital, how my sister whispered to me about the doctor saying she'd die soon, in a week or two, how my mom told me it was nothing, not wanting me to find out, my dad asking me about AP exams and when they were, and us getting there and me getting out and placing my hand on my dad's shoulder, telling him "you know I love you, right ba?" "yeah" us walking through the door, me noticing the diamond shapes in the linoleum, "oh I guess they're not only white after all" they were a mix of orange, blue, and white. We took the elevator to the second floor and step out and see Co Thuy, Uncle Don, some lady, my cousin Linda. Chu Nam comes later and the adults talk and they're concerned. My Grandma bleeding out the mouth, morphine, low blood pressure, off the meds, damn. Everyone's concerned. Again, damn. Chu Tai comes out, I go in. Room 2012, Crictical Unit. Shit. She's there alright, and I talk to her, not sure if she can hear me, her fingers are cold, her heart rates down, I'm nervous, my own heart hurts. Linda comes in, we both stare at my grandma, me on one side, her on the other. We stand there and watch and talk a bit but mostly watch and I'm sad but I don't cry. Uncle John's with us, he tells us about the nurse and the situation and everything. I cringe a lot, tapping my shoes against the floor, looking around, not sure how to react to anything, everything. Something. A nurse comes in, says excuse me, walks over to her left shoulder, peels back the fabric, sticks in a needle quick and done. Disposed. She talks to my uncle as she moves over to Ba Noi's stomach and attaches something to the tube connected to her stomach. She pulls back, sucking fluids out of her belly, and calls my uncle to look at the blood clots that were coming out. She's bleeding in her stomach. I look away, and so does Linda. I leave later, meet back with the family, more people showed up, getting crowded. I sit down, but after awhile tears start streaming out and I turn my head away, my dad's hand makes contact with my head. He's standing above me asking me about my grandma but I couldn't answer, grab my sister, head downstairs, cafeteria. Fries. One dollar, my sister gets some ice cream, right before we head to the cash register, plop. Ice cream, face down, on the floor. Clean up, "sorry." "It's alright," says the cashier. Rings me up, one dollar. Ketchup, sit down, eat. She asks me questions, I give her blunt answers. She goes and gets water, and brings back three straws. She pulls one out of its casing and takes it, swings it around into a knot and pulls. It comes free, no knots. "I did Ba Noi." I grab mines, thinking, what if I do Ba Noi, but it doesn't work. I pull apart the top and slid out the straw. I grab the paper casing, knot it up, and pull. No knots. Clean. Two, clean, and no knots. She's definitely thinking of us. "You think she is?" "yeah."

I think she is.

It's easy to forget about the

most important things in your life when there are so many less important things floating around. It's easy to forget who you love, and who loves you, and the turkey sandwich you ate for lunch, when life's filled with ap exams and sat subject tests, cheyahh. You know? I'm glad life's busy at times but then again I feel like things are moving too quick and I hope that I'm not growing up too fast. I'm afraid of looking back, a year from now, going, what the fuck? You know? sigh. I always tell everyone to lighten up and be happy, do your thing, do what you gotta do, go. Do it. Now. Where does that leave me? I mean I'm happy as fuck but, shit what the fuck am I saying. I'm happy, fuck it haha.

PEACE! =]



oh and I love YOU by the way! <3

"Ba Noi, Ba Noi tuc ya dee.

Ti dam Ba Noi dee anh pho. Ba Noi, Ba Noi tuc ya dee."
I hold her hand in mines, gripping tightly, but not too tight to cause her pain. Everything was as if it were a painting. Her wily white hair, her soft, smooshy hands, her open mouth and raspy breathing, her heart rate changing constantly in flow with her chest's up and down movements, the machines, the iv cords and tubes, all the electronic whirring and tubes plugged to random places, and nurses talking and people conversing and sterile utensils and white linoleum floors and random jerky foot movements, intercom calls and salmon colored walls, and your uncle speaking in Vietnamese: everything you'd expect to see when you visit your post-stroke 78 year old grandmother in the hospital. What you don't expect to see is your father crying. My father, crying, staring up at the ceiling, blinking back his tears. Getting up from his chair to walk away and wipe his eyes. Moving his glasses from his face and replacing them with his arms. My father, crying.
Why didn't I cry?

Never thought I'd fall in

love, love, love, looove...



Baby, you're all I ever wanted and I'm glad I have you in my life right now. I'm super glad. Forreals. I hope you have a great day today and I want you to know that I love you lots and miss you bunches.




Love you=]

Less.

There can't be anymore days like yesterday, because I don't think I, or anyone, can handle another day as emotionally draining as yesterday.












Something tells me, its just the beginning.

Jesus,

I'm nervous. I don't ever remember being this nervous before. When the hell was I ever this nervous? I poked my head around her desk, stuck my nose in every random nook and cranny, and shuffled through huge piles of miscellaneous papers. I would have guessed a teacher to be more organized, correction, I would have guessed an english teacher to be more organized. He stood a long ways beside me practically on the other side of the room, eying me every now and then but quickly dismissing me as a kid who was 'just plain nosy.' Shit! Where the fuck does she keep her fucking essays? "Alright class. Take your seats," the sub barked. Oh no! Oh tragedy! Tragedy! Defeat is the only word I know! My ears bend back, eyes teary, lips trembling; I head back to my desk, tail between my legs. "Alright class, my name is....blahblahblahblahblah......we have another essay to write..blahblahblah....45 minutes...blahblahblah...turn in at the end of the period. Mmkay? Get started folks!"

Wait. W-w-what? Another, another essay? Holy FUCK! Why didn't anyone tell me we were going to get a stupid sub today? Why? I'm screwed beyond belief! There's no way Ms. Hermatz is going to accept my late essay on Wednesday. No way! I knew I should have done my essay and had it turned it on time on Monday! Fuck. Okay. Okay. There's no point in beating yourself over the head with this shit, let's just get started on the new essay then we'll worry about the other essay. Wait, why am I talking like there's two of us in this conv - fuck nevermind! Let's do this.

After I finished my essay, I had about three minutes to spare and in that interval of time, I kid you not, my brain was working at the speed of light. I whipped out a fresh piece of binder paper, grabbed my Dixon Ticonderoga pencil, and threw out all I had into probably one of the most prodigious, the most amazing, the most stupendous, fantastical, phenomenal and unbelievably wonderful and astounding letter ever written in the entire fucking world - no! The fucking Universe! BABY! *breathing heavily* Haha. So I finish writing this [insert long list of previous adjectives] letter and the bell rings. Perfect timing, perfect. I quickly fold the paper in two and on the front flap, squabble: To Ms. Hermatz. I grab my essay along with my award-worthy letter and run up to Mr....Mr....Fuck it, I run up to the sub and hand him the paper and instruct him to place it on Ms. Hermatz's desk. He nods his head and says,"Will do!" Wow, the sub's not such a bad guy!
The next day in Ms. Hermatz's class after another 45 minute essay - what's up with all these essays? - I walk up to the front of the class to return a borrowed pencil. Ms. Hermatz, who just happens to be conveniently situated right beside the pencil box, says to me," I got your letter by the way, Duy." I blink stupidly as if I didn't understand. I play it like I totally forgot I had even written her a letter."Oh yeah? Thanks," I manage to say. Wait. What? Did you just say 'thanks'? What the fuck? That doesn't even make sense Duy! God kill me now! But then she says," You're a really sweet guy Duy" and basically turns everything up and around. I reply with a few more 'thanks' and cough out a short laugh. I skip back to my desk feeling sweet as cherry pie. =]

Shit,

twenty minutes left in class and I'm dozing off like someone who's had a gallon of anesthesia applied to him. I fall asleep between Mr. Solomon's lectures, but wake up just in time to copy down slides. Jennifer keeps a steady watch over me and so does Mr. Solomon. "Almost there buddy boy." He's worried about me, and he often passes by my desk which puts me on full alert. I didn't want him to talk to me about my sleeping habits because all I would be able to do would be to agree with him. Shit, I already know that I need more sleep, get off of my back, please. He walks over to the side of the classroom, glances at me, and does an imitation of me falling asleep which looks a lot like a drunken surfer/crazy rocker(you gotta read aloud the "/" for the full affect). I smile stupidly and nod my head in agreement. Mr. Solomon should really get into acting or something, or at least stand up comedy. I'd go and pay to see him tell his wacky anecdotes, even if I've heard most of them already. He'd probably have a story about me too.

"So I've been teaching biology for awhile now, yeah, the study of life. Now, the most interesting topic in biology is Genetics. Genetics is interesting because it basically tells us why we're the way, we are. In my 7th period class, I have this one kid who can't seem to stay awake! Sometimes, it makes me wonder if he's got a genetic code for sleeping in classes."hahhahaha.hahaha.ha...

Okay, He'd do way better than that but you get what I'm saying. Mr. S and I have a pretty cool relationship though. I could be as funny as him at times and sometimes I'd make up jokes about the stuff we were learning, for example:

Biology Teacher: An ionic bond is the force of attraction between two oppositely charged ions. Now class, can anyone please name an iconic bond for me? Yes Steven?
Steven: The Beatles?
Biology Teacher: No, I was asking for an ionic BOND not an iconic BAND.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA...priceless.

Shit, there's more but yeah that one stuck out in my head.



Oh yeah, I almost forgot.

I came home today, my head throbbing with an intense headache. I took a piss, pulled off my jeans, and slid into bed. I felt a little chilly so I covered myself up in a bunch of blankets. I woke up two hours later, boiling hot. I half imagined somebody cracking an egg over me and frying it on my forehead. I cringed every time I moved. My sister felt my head and told me I should go drink water and try to stay cool. I obey and try in vain to lose my heat. I wash my face, take a cold shower, and try to relax but couldn't. I called up Vivian and she suggested trying something called Theraflu. Later I told my dad to get it for me at Walgreens and guess what? It worked. Vivian is a fucking goddess! Fucking love her! I MEAN LIKE HER.
AHEM. ANYWHO! So I drink the stuff - it comes in a flavored powder that you dissolve in water like kool-aid - take a nap, and wake up an hour later feeling as refreshed as ever! Hurray for Theraflu! =] And hurray for Vivian! =]











VIVIAN'S THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER!

She makes me...

HAPPY!=]

fuck yes!

Death of a Schoolgirl's playing at MY party! hurray!!=]

He sat quietly in his chair,

exhausted and defeated, that same phrase popping out from the wall across from him in bolded letters, screaming ,” Are you serious?” over and over again until he thought he’d gone insane. He cried out to the empty room for a repeat, a second chance, a reversal of time. But nothing changed and he found himself in his room clutching the wall in resignation.

Nombres Famosos

Sunday comes home too fast,
I can't believe the pain.
My hands are filled up with smoke
And I can't feel my brain.

I found these lines written on a piece of paper I had for Spanish class. The funny thing is that I seriously don't recall writing this, but I guess I did because it was in my handwriting. Hmm...interesting. I tried googling it, hoping that perhaps they were lyrics to a song I heard during Spanish class or something in which I wrote down the lyrics in hurried ecstasy. Ha. Nothing showed up. I guess I DID write it then. But then again, what the fuck was I trying to say? Why would I write this? What message was I trying to convey? Shit. Maybe it was just one of those things. "Sunday comes home too fast." what the FUCK?? Maybe someone named Sunday comes home too fast and like gets into a car crash and "can't believe the pain" and his hands are "filled up with smoke" and "[he] can't feel [his] brain"? Nah. Wait. Maybe its a personificatoin. Okay so maybe the narrator feels that Sunday, being the end of the week and all, comes too quickly and destroys his peace and tranquility that he felt during the weekend. Perhaps the relationship between the weekend and Sunday is like the "calm before the storm". Sunday, storm. Weekend, calm. hmm... interesting Duy. Another interesing thing I would like to bring up is the fact that the words pain and brain are ryhmed. This places the two together like two peas in a pod which formulates the idea that there could have possibly been head trauma during the "crash."


Interesting..

At times I find it unbearable

to hold it all together. It's like trying to juggle a piano in one hand while simultaneously rubbing the stomach of an albino Norwegian sheep...with the same hand. yeah. crazy. Do Norwegians even have sheep? oh whatever, that's so not the point. The point is, I'm crazy about you and...and...and...FUCK. ljeakljflekwfyweljlk.


yeah...

Today was Fun=]

"Duy, what's wrooonggg..." =]

*sigh* Life's too good sometimes...*BIGGER SIGH* ahhhh...




Girl, fealkjfelajflkejljl siiglkjsalkejl damnnn

HHAHA. Oh. My. God, duyyyy...='feaeflfe=feaf=ef=e=fe=fe


*ahem* anyways...like I said, today was fun=] And no I'm not letting any of you in on the..uh..details haha





maybe some day though=] I'll keep ya posted.

Every day is a brand new day

"Chocolateeeee," demanded the yellow-bellied toad. His hunger seeped through the soil and wrapped its hands around the frightened boy. "I..I...," the boy stuttered as he gripped his chocolate tight between his fists. "Boi, gimmie duh chocolate, and," with a slurping sound,"and maybe's I wunt kill yuhs," bellowed the gruesome toad. The boy, obviously nervous, slowly loosened his hold on his precious cargo. "Thatsa boi...now lemme haft da goods." With his long fat, whip-like tongue, the toad slung out, took hold of the chocolate, and retracted it into his mouth. "Mhmmmm...das sum gooooo chocolate...mwahhaha," grumbled the toad.

Remember that thing?

Remember that thing?
That thing on that string?
You tied it up there last night.
How could you have forgotten?
You tied it. Yes, you did.
Right there, over here,
Under where?
That thing on the string.
You strung it up there.
And now you forgot
What brought you to bring.
And now that you sought
for what that you brought
you can't help but watch
as you sit and get caught.

To ___________,

Dog, dog, DOG. Come on. We're brothers. I love you man, but sometimes I really want to cave your head in with my guitar. OUT OF LOVE. I want to cave your head in with my guitar, out of love! Haha..kaykay. So first things first, you need to get over this wall man. This wall. This wall got nothing on you. You're king kong man. fUCKING KING KONG. Fuck that wall. Rip it apart. Then when you're past that wall, there'll be another one waiting, so don't be surprised. And after you demolish that second wall, a third wall will uncoincidentally appear. Don't be shocked, don't be frightened. There's a parttern to this, trust me. It's all part of..the plan. You see, when you were born, your parents had this crazy idea that you would turn out fine. And you did man, there's nothing wrong with you, its just..you're not where you want yourself to be. I can tell man. I mean well, yeah I can tell. You have problems all the time man and you can see how hard it is for me to be your friend, how hard it is for me to be your brother. But here I am. I'm still here with you, even after all these years. To be honest, you've made things harder then they should ever be, but I understand. I just need more. I know you put effort into it, but you're not thinking along the same path as I am, and that's where we have difficulty communicating our thoughts. I want you to be strong above all though brother, dog. I, geezus man. Sometimes I might not show it but God dude I love you. Forreals. I love you man. You just gotta understand that I won't always be there for you, and I need you to be strong. You're the young birdling who still lives in his mom's nest. You need to fucking learn how to carry yourself on your own fucking wings before I blow up on you. =] Sorry if I'm harsh dog, but mother knows best. Fuck dude, you seroiusly need to calm down about these little "nothings". They're NOTHING. really. They are. I just wish you could see. I wish you could open your eyes and smell the coffee. I wish you could wake up and see what the fuck's going on. Someday you will, you're just moving at an extremely slow pace, as if your life's in fast forward but you're stuck in slowmo. Shit, must suck huh? I feel you though, I've been where you've been. Just keep your head up, and I'll teach you soon enough. I just need you to be patient. That's all I'm asking. Be patient, keep your head up. Most importantly, please don't die? Good.


Love,
Big Brother

sigh

Damn I got a lot to do. Copying homework is a work out sometimes, that's why I advise you to just quit while you're ahead. I heard pharmacists make quite a bit of dough these days. Who ever knew selling pills could land you a pent house in New York. I guess those drug dealers really do know what's up. Funny thing happened today, I actually ran. I haven't gone running ever since late November? Geezus. I gained weight like Oprah. God damn. Now the only diff is that she's actually got a plan towards losing her's. I think I'm going to be stuck with mines for awhile since, a) I'm lazy, B) I got shit to do, and C) I love FOOD. fUCK. alrightalright. I gotta start dancing again at least. Shit do something Duy, do something. Don't let the world think you're Jabba the Hut. Well actually, Jabba actually did do something. He turned Han Solo into a sheet of ice, remember that? yeah. Fuck duy, why can't you ever do something like freeze somebody to death. God. you're pathetic.





Next post will be more optimistic. Promise. Now go to bed.

Pray like you've never prayed before.

Damn it Duy. You are so close man, sooo close.. You can feel it. You can fucking taste it man. yeahhh so fucking close, yet so effing far. Why? Why, Duy? Why couldn't you have just been a man and studied and gotten your damn A's. I mean actually earn them, for crying out loud. This is a total drag. Look what you get yourself into. Duy, you'll be fucking lucky if you get a fucking 50 on your spanish final. FUCKING lucky. And another thing, what the fuck was that performance in Calculus today? Fucking walk in, unprepared, hoping to receive a lousy D? FERGETTABOUTIT...Geezus man..I thought I knew you well. I thought I knew you better. What happened to the old Duy? You know. The one who acutally gave a fuck about things and the one who actually tried attaining those things? fuckFuckFUckFUCK man. FUCKFUCKFUCK


fuck you duy!


fuck you!








go fucking eat some lucky charms and hope to god they bring you some fucking luck, BITCH.

Obviously,

I took my time, for i was running out of time. I believe it painful to see someone, panicky and full of air, blow by the world with their arms flailing and their mouths running aground shouting, " there's not enough time! I'm running out of time! " I quickly stop these people and give them a firm lecture, "Running around like a crazy rabid, arm flailing bozo won't help time slow down. Now quit acting like a diseased animal and wipe that foam from your mouth. Thank you." But I contest further. I believe it to be an absolute waste of time to worry ABOUT having too little time. When time seems to be quickly draining down the hole, I do not rush it. I take my time slowly, usually by organizing my thoughts first, and then acting uniformly and presently on a singular objective. It's basically a form of insurance that you will get at least one thing done. A promise, an assurance, a reassurance even. A guarantee. Ha. I win.





remember, settle for something, not nothing.

I can't say can't any longer.

life. Damn. i think i've been here before. this topic i mean. life. what a huge ass word!

l i f e





Sigh, it's that time of year again. That time of year that seems to happen like uhmm every year? it's the time where everyone rushes to piece the last pieces of the puzzle together; where everyone rushes to make ends meet. When everyone gets ready for finals week. dun, dun, dun. And what I've done to prepare? What AM I doing to prepare? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Bare Minimum actually. But close to nothing. I mean what the fuck am I doing right now?



GET OFF THE FUCKING COMPUTER ARTARRD!








Okay..i will. shit..


total lie right there..


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