Monday, February 27, 2012

Some kind of emotion that is not sad but not depressed and somewhere in the middle

So im sitting in the library and once again, I should be doing work but blogs come first!
So currently I am kinda mad.

I did ....okay at the science fair but I really wanted to make nationals. I mean state is fine but nationals!?! Oohhh man. Chills.

Also lack of sleep causes people to change. I thought about eating an eraser in class. That proves that sleep is needed. But the bad thing about sleep is that you can't do anything. If I could use that time to...i don't know....watch more stuff on YouTube or trick more ( or try. I'm still injured.....fuuuuuu) or even just nothing. Basically less time sleeping means more time not...sleeping. Its just more time for nothing and nothing time equals greatness. At least to me.

Umm. I lied. I'm the guy who loves to work. I hate sitting down. I want to do something and I want to do well at it.

That's another thing about me. I'm very competitive. I don't like losing. Ever. Even if it's to see who can held their breath. I'd rather die than lose. Just kidding. But seriously.

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This rant kinda went a direction i wasnt planning on. Oh well.

Still not sure what im supposed to be writing about. But who cares?

Today I fell asleep in every  class.
Today I didn't do any homework for any class.
Today I ate a slice of pizza ( if you could call it that), drank some milk ( if you could call that) and ate about sixty Mike and Ikes.
Both Atiya and Sarah keep giving me chocolates and sweets and like an idiot, i never refuse. What's going to happen is they will lose all their money and i will either end up with diabetes or dead. Hmm. This may be an assassination attempt. Ok Sibi don't lose your head. Just snort some crack and keep it cool.
Which seems counter intuitive.

And it's rap time.

Again another astronomical rap in the library/snort crack and see scary fairy's! Holy Jesus, Joseph and Mary/ it seems that i am not able to focus on the task at hand/ so ill formulate a plan once again to take a stand for a minute friend/ I waste so much time. This is true/ but do you view things  through the same lens that I peep through?/ getting kind if deep with my lyrics so ill digress with my words/ but sometimes these steps get so large the closer I get but ill keep climbing until I get the respect that I feel that I deserve/


This one was interesting. Hmm. Ok.

So I made a blog.

So I made a blog.
Kira told me it's like a journal or something.
That makes me feel like it's a diary and I dont want that.

I'm going to use this blog to rant and allow you the reader to enter the very cramped, dark and eerie place which is my mind. Have I got you hooked yet?

No.

Well damn.


Maybe I should offer a prize giveaway. That ought to get fans? Viewers? Subscribers? Followers?
I dont know.

I should be writing a MoPro part one paper right now. But blogs beat bullshit bumbling...essays.

I still havent thought of my topic, or thesis or source analysis.
MOPRO:
- MOST PROCRASTINATION
-Must often peruse relentlessly online
-Make our problems ridiculously oblivious

Acronymns are fun. So is spelling.

I'm supposed to be working on mopro instead of simultaneously watching Dr. Who "ninth doctor", texting, on Facebook, listening to music while eating.
MULTITASKMASTERIGHTHERE.

Hmm. I kinda of like this blog thing. This could be fun.

What music do I like? Good question.

Currently I have been listening to anything Eminem.
Also I really like the "new" Childish Gambino CD "Camp." Lots of good lyrics on that one.
Also, due to Kira's suggestion, I listened to the entire "Recovery" album while sleeping.
I dont remember much but the dreams were cool.

I like writing raps so these blogs shall contain a final rhyme at the end about WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT.

As I sit and spit a couple bars of shit,
I cant help but ponder this: Is this all there is?
Deep questions contemplating existence
so I distance myself from enemies and reference
Jesus, Budda, Allah and Science all mixed in
a mixer mixed with mixtape of MC messiahs
mindblowing microphone miracles might make me mystical
maybe me could muster might to make myself mythical
what the fuck does this mean? what is he trying to say?
Hell I dont know either. I just try to take one step at a time each day.