Happy Holloween!!! 
I'm not doin much this Hollowsevening. Lasn night, I went to this party with Bobby Jean and Mia Wallace. I have this friend that dressed up as an olympic swimmer and he was wearing these little speedos and a swimcap and goggles. It was funny, until we decided to go around downtown San Antonio to take pictures. Nah, it was still much fun, but everyone was whistling and telling him to put on some clothes! It was, once again, much fun.
but at the party again, I started to just feel shitty in the brain. I don't know. I didn't want to talk or laugh or anything. I just sat on the sofa and watched the projector display nice visuals and listen to the good musick, and just be. I gave a smile to whomever crossed my path, but I guess I'm just a bore.
I was fucked up though. And I don't drink. I just sat and dazed into this crazy little tunnel, stagnating in my thoughts. I was thinking about this girl I've been talking to and how I don't want to talk to her anymore, despite her great qualities. She drinks a lot, she's a bartender, she bores me. I'm a bore. Then I started to think about the movie Schindler's List. I had watched it earlier that day in GOVT class. I get so sad thinking about people dying and having to be segregated and treated like shit just because they have certain, non-refundable, traits. A person can't help that they're Jew, or that they look like one, but they died just the same.
Oh God, take me to magic mountain, where there's honey bees and cigarette trees...
I'm not doin much this Hollowsevening. Lasn night, I went to this party with Bobby Jean and Mia Wallace. I have this friend that dressed up as an olympic swimmer and he was wearing these little speedos and a swimcap and goggles. It was funny, until we decided to go around downtown San Antonio to take pictures. Nah, it was still much fun, but everyone was whistling and telling him to put on some clothes! It was, once again, much fun.
but at the party again, I started to just feel shitty in the brain. I don't know. I didn't want to talk or laugh or anything. I just sat on the sofa and watched the projector display nice visuals and listen to the good musick, and just be. I gave a smile to whomever crossed my path, but I guess I'm just a bore.
I was fucked up though. And I don't drink. I just sat and dazed into this crazy little tunnel, stagnating in my thoughts. I was thinking about this girl I've been talking to and how I don't want to talk to her anymore, despite her great qualities. She drinks a lot, she's a bartender, she bores me. I'm a bore. Then I started to think about the movie Schindler's List. I had watched it earlier that day in GOVT class. I get so sad thinking about people dying and having to be segregated and treated like shit just because they have certain, non-refundable, traits. A person can't help that they're Jew, or that they look like one, but they died just the same.
Oh God, take me to magic mountain, where there's honey bees and cigarette trees...