You know, it's not even like nothing's going on. Lots of stuff is going on, xanga. Important stuff, in fact. Like, woah, life altering day by day, important. And I can't figure out why I just don't seem to give a damn. Like...C'mon. My mom stole all our money and ran off? Don't care. My dad's dying? I think visiting him is a chore and I don't feel like it. Trying to sell our 700g home? Not my responsibility, fuck it. Came into a good amount of money recently, remembering that I had actually saved money as a minor. Mom's gonna let me have my fuckin savings account. Probably pay a quarter of college off with it. Another fucking tasteless quarter of stuffing my face with wood pulp and garbage hoping beyond hope to scratch the surface of the majestic 2.0 GPA while maintaining a life other than cramming my misshapen Jewy nose into an empty notebook because I daydreamed during philosophy class, thinking that would be ironic. Which it was. Got to that exam late. Looked at the questions. Pulled out 5 pieces of looseleaf. Wrote a page in largely unintelligible scrawling pen lines then audibly said fuck it and walked out the door, with enough people looking at me to make me feel like a total, complete, utter waste. Another fairly priced credit hour scam gone terribly wrong. Oh, yay, and how could it be so!? For one such as me. Fuck it. Xanga, I think I screwed myself up somewhere along the line. I think too many bad things started happening in a row, and I kept teaching myself how to say, "I don't care, move on." that now that they're starting to be not as bad things, I still subconsciously say, "I don't care, move on." It doesn't matter if I succeed or not anymore, my goal in life right now is just to wake up the next mediocre day and open my mediocre eyes and put my mediocre feet on the mediocre floor, and say, "S'good to be mediocre." And you know the weirdest thing? It is. That's the part that drives me nuts, xanga...The part where suddenly, something in my brain said, "Dude, s'cool to not be awesome. Fock'em." I mean, I'm happy. Which is...I dunno how to explain happiness, really...But ask yourself about the last time every penny you had was going to support your laziness scholastically, your entire family was effectively gone from sight, you're going to be suspended in Spring quarter, your chances at love are stopped dead by your own unnecessarily high standards, you can't even listen to Pandora at home, and you're sitting at work right the fuck now, ticking away on the keyboard going, "Yeah. Pretty proud of who I turned out to be....Fock'em." I can't really tell if that's a good attitude to have or not. I can't really tell much of anything anymore, other than that I feel pretty good. And if I keep going like I am, I'll probably be more of a failure. And...still...feel pretty good. But I could always be less of a failure. And feel pretty good. Basically, whatever the fuck happens, is gonna happen. And I'm gonna feel good about it. Fuckin sound like a stoner. Wish I was sometimes...Nah, I don't, fuck that too. Meh. Got about 6 minutes left to be on the clock. Wishin this computer had speakers right about now. Wishin I had a Dew to handle too. Wishin I was hungry enough to finish that Beef n Cheddar that Tim bought for my lunch today. Not wishin any of it hard enough to get off my ass, apparently. That's...surprisingly, life in a nutshell right about now. Xanga...I think I'm turning into a tree. Probably a gold one. Baaah naaaah naaaaaaah. Fuck, wanna hear that song right about now. Good thing I have an iPod to listen to it on in 7 pieces in my kitchen garbage can. Kept the headphones though. Not bad quality. Probably. You know even then, I wasn't really emotional. Just crushed it in my hand, said, "Hunh. That's what happened." I could feel my adrenaline pumping and everything, but it still wasn't really...like...you know...emotional. Wasn't angry about it. Just kinda...didn't give a fuck. -shrug- When I told my sister, she said something was wrong with me. I don't feel that something's wrong. But isn't that always the first sign of...something wrong? I dunno. I'm pretty sure placidity isn't a condemning mental disability. Or a non-condemning one. It's 4:00. Closing time. Thanks for listening to me ramble for a while. Kinda felt good. Everything kinda feels good.
[Gotta cut on my hand today. Felt good. I think sap came out. Gold sap. Tell Pandora I said 'Hi', Xanga. Peace.]
