Have to wake up at five in the morning, reheat yesternight's food, eat breakfast, pack lunch, whistle in the bathroom, and waste an hour on the road to get to school at seven. Now I'm regretting I signed up for summer classes. I have Jose Rizal (life and works) and English Literature from the sixteenth century and back. I'm on my fifth or sixth year in UP, I don't know, but definitely my eighth year in college which technically begins next school year.

Seen Clash of the Titans on the big screen. Reaction: bleah.

Seen The Time Traveler's Wife online. Reaction: bleah.

Read Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle. Reaction: bleah. With random aha! moments.

Plowing through Chuck Palahniuk's Non-Fiction. Reaction: stick to fiction, I say.

Wading through Charles Dicken's five-hundred-nineteen-paged Great Expectations. Reaction: why read when I have the movie version?

I am running out of stuff to read. Or movies to see. What happens if all man-made art in the universe suddenly disappear? Teleported to the imagined universe of heaven like one of those Left Behind humbuggery novels? And we humans are left to move on as savage mediocre beasts trapped to work, procreate, and just die?

Badly need food for the BRAAAIIIINS which just fall into two categories: books or booze. I am completely indifferent to the classes I'm taking this summer. They fail to stimulate my cerebral tastebuds BUT. I have to take them. To graduate, like, earlier. Eight years is really short, mind. It's just a tapeworm compared to the anaconda called the human lifespan. What to do with the rest of the anaconda after graduation, I haven't the foggiest idea.

Maybe I'll jump from one odd job to another, Bukowski-style. Or travel penniless and meet interesting humans along the way, Kerouak-style. Or just stay in a dark room behind a keyboard to write novels, Palahniuk-style. Or waste my entire life on the parallel universe of Facebook, idiot-style.

I'm devoid of desire to do anything, know anything, think anything I might as well punch myself to sleep and reserve that thought in the morning.

I need BEER. Ice-cold as ice-nine, in a bangenge mug with thick beer foam on top like whip cream. Speaking of cream, made homemade cookies-and-cream ice cream--how tautological--with the kids and failed. As far as I remember it's still sitting in the freezer, lonely and unwanted and unloved, crystallizing with hate and disgust and revenge against its creator, me.

Word Up

f
13.04.10 - 09:01

I might have mentioned before but anyway you have to see the film PRIMER
lets time travel together. bleah

did you notice the word BRAAAAAINS? (rightmost part of your website) lol

or maybe just maybe

"Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields. " -- christopher marlowe

I have nothing more to say bleah :p

mis u more.

bleah is the next big thing after the iPad .

bleah,,.

tine
14.04.10 - 10:38

have you read vonnegut's sirens of titan? how is it?

Tobey
18.04.10 - 00:17

@F: Yes, I've seen it. How many times do you have to remind me?:p I'm sorry but it stinks. Haha. My patience died before I finished the film. It bored me to death that time didn't just drag, it turned backwards. Seen K-PAX?

Why should I notice BRAAAINS? I created this website and I conceived that word in my mind even before the background was put up here with some geekfreak reading it and commenting if I noticed such a word.

We'll be reading Marlowe's entire novel this summer.:o You are NOT romantic, don't even try.:p (But you DID try, so just don't try again. lol)

iPad sucks. I can create a better one using cabbage and bagoong.

And... what have you been up to lately?:p

@Tine: Nope. I have thirteen Vonnegut books but not that, no, not yet. But I love all his books so I'll prolly love that too.:p What will do now that you've graduated?

tine
20.04.10 - 02:53

i haven't graduated yet, actually. sa thurs pa.

teach, probably. i applied to one school. but meh i dread working.XD i just wanna study forever. :))

Word did you say?

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