I am. (for now).
'Cause you know where I'll be found, when I come around.
May 2010
17 posts
Shake it like a Polaroid picture.
impulse: For the first time in my life, I have considered dropping out of high school. →
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Why would you want to drop out?
It’s just really really hard to juggle eight hours on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays along with ten hours Mondays and Thursdays. And next year I’m doubling up on my core classes, along with summer school and credit recovery. And then at home I…
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More power to ya.
Just follow through with your goals. :)
For the first time in my life, I have considered dropping out of high school.
I used to look down on people that do that.
But right now, I’m actually considering getting my GED.
Why would you want to drop out?
First thing I see when I walk into the cafeteria: A special needs kid wearing a shirt that reads, "Tell your girlfriend to stop staring at me."
Oh lawd, these are the waffles Jesus would've eaten on the last breakfast.
Where did everybody's individuality go?
I know we can’t all stay here forever
So I want to write my words on the face of today
And they’ll paint it
Change | Blind Melon
But I keep on a comin’ here and standing in this state
And I’m never really sure if you’ll take what I’m saying the right way
But I’m not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that’s sittin’ in the back
It isn’t me
Oh, no, no, no it isn’t me
I’m more at home in my Galaxie.
Galaxie | Blind Melon
Mixed Bizness (Quahogs Mix)
Beck
Mixed Bizness (Quahog’s remix) | Beck
Guy in 350Z (Clearly in his mid-30’s): *Zooms past me going 60 mph in a residential neighborhood.*
Me (A teenager on a bicycle): *Raises middle finger passionately and yells,* “Fuck you asshole!”
Guy in 350Z: *Rolls down window* “Hey! Asshole! Get back here!”
Me: *Rides away on my bicycle and ignores the clearly upset Indian fellow.*
Guy in 350Z: *Pulls up next to me* “Hey! Did you show me a finger?” (thick Indian accent, clearly doesn’t belong in this small, Texas town).
Me: *Ignore, ignore, ignore.*
Guy in 350Z: “Hey! HEY! Did you show me a finger?!” (Continues in thick Indian accent).
Me: *Turns to disgruntled Indian fellow and retorts in a mock-Indian accent with head motions to match.* “HEY? DEED YOU SHOW ME A FINGAH!?”
Guy in 350Z: *Turns around, as to return to his regular route.* “Asshole!”
Me: “Oh, grow up!”
Storytime.
I trotted through the high grass into my backyard to find Christopher (mother’s boyfriend) very drunk, lounging in a reclining lawn chair.
“I’m very drunk…” he says to me, slurring as he spoke, “but I finished waxing the Jeep.” I wittily replied, “Well, at least you know your priorities.” “Oh, also, I bought you a 36 pack of ribbed condoms.” he manages to utter.
“Ah, you know your priorities indeed! Thank you kind sir.” I thankfully reply unto him. At that very moment, the man announced as to address an audience of people, “You know why I like you, Austin? You don’t judge me.” To which I responded, “As long as you buy me condoms, I will never judge you, my friend.”
As we strolled upstairs, Christopher spoke his last words to me before his departure, “I’m off to crawl into bed, I love you man.” And as I lazily put my legs on autopilot to my humble section of home I refer to as, ‘my room’, I murmured just loud enough to where my voice was audible in Christopher’s ears, “I know you do.”
We exchanged a friendly chuckle and a wish goodnight as we took our day-weathered bodies to our respective beds.
