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..


=] =

"I know I'll be fine on my own,"

lied Duy in his head.

Shit I never get shit done! WTF MATE! Okay do something right now to prove that you're not useless.

5 minutes later..

FUCK! NOTHING! Christ. It's so effing hard to do ANYTHING right. Acutally, anything at all..right OR wrong. You know what? Sometimes I wish I were more religious. I have this wild idea that if I actually held a belief, I'd be able to keep it, then again I'd probably skip church anyways. Fuck didn't I use to be catholic? OH GOD HELP ME. My life has been led down a dusty trail. by fucking yours truly. Duy? never listen to yourself anymore. FUCK wait. This is fucking paradoxical..if I listen to what I just said..then..FUCK never mind. fuck this. Duy, I think your problem is you talk too much. OH and you over analyze like a fuckign BITCH. Shit. and you trucking cuss too much for your darn good! SIGHHSIGHSIGH.

10 minutes later

you know what? I lied, I'm fucking awesome just the way I am. NIGHT BITCHES.