Well UG, it seems to be that time that we all get at a certain point.
that's right, it's the "why fucking bother" moment.
I honestly don't see the point in doing alot of things right now.
I seem to be absolutley shit at playing guitar. I can't write anything that sounds good at all. I've spent about 3/4 weeks trying to write something other than the fucking intro for one fucking song. I've got the intro, which i'm now sick of, and i'm beginning to think that it's shit aswell
I can't do anything relasionship wise. On monday i got the "we'd be better off as friends" talk from a girl i thought i was going to be going out with, and who i was going to ask out later this week..as in yesterday or today. But heaven forbid any good fucking fortune comes my way. Cupid is a sadistic cunt.
My college grades reflect how much i like my lessons. I got a B in my history exam, and i love history. My English i got a U, but that's only because we were studying Robert fucking Frost and his poetry bores me more than watching paint dry. I got an E in law, which to be honest was a shocker for me, because i thought i was going to get a slap from the examiner for fucking up so badly. I HATE law so much. My teachers seem to have gone absolutley batshit at my class aswell, because all of us seem to have fucked up. In all honesty, if the entire class has fucked up. It's the teachers, not the students.
Finally, to end my little rant at life, i'm really pissed off that about 5 weeks ago, i was really fucking happy. I mean seriously. Infact, not even 5 weeks. Try about 1 and a half. I was so happy, always in a good mood. But now, anything seems to be able to send me into either a state of rage or the feeling that if i don't get out of my skin i'm going to cry like a child attatched to a 12V battery. I mean, why the fuck does sadness just come out of the blue and rape you violently like that? I mean, for fucks sake, it could at least give some warning so you can stock up on ice cream and other delicious snacks.
So, to all that took their time to read this, cheers. The final word of this blog is that i feel completley drained of inspiration, bitches be crazy and cupid is a sadistic cunt, college seems to be going absolutley shite, and my anger and sadness ratio goes up and down like the pants of an indecisive Belgian hooker at a waffle, sprout and crack party.
Heyy....it's just like that. Shit happens, thats the way of life, aint?
You skills...im sure, its not so bad, just dont try that hard!
Girls: Wehehe...if i were you, i would look for another one this time so.
And the school: Full of jackass fools...pleeaaseee...what the hell you care?
I think you should grow your hair, get some weed, and some tequila than go out there and play!
[QUOTE]his poetry bores me more than watching paint dry[/QUOTE] LOLOLOLLOOL.
Eli. you funny funny man..... dont worry about it though, when youre this down... the only was you can go is up:)
[quote u='guitar_chickk12' d='May 26th, 2008 7:11pm']
his poetry bores me more than watching paint dry LOLOLOLLOOL.
Eli. you funny funny man..... dont worry about it though, when youre this down... the only was you can go is up[/quote]
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I love you Crystal ^_^
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