What a couple days. I'm pretty tired of a lot of the stuff going on around me, but that's no reason to be any less positive than I am now. All things considered, it should be more of a motivator than anything because the worst times in our lives often lead to the best advancements of our time. I'd might as well be productive during this time because it's pretty pointless to go around being depressed over nothing. Depression should come from a tragic event in my opinion, and nothing around me is tragic enough to constitute walking around with my chin held low. So onto bigger and better things!
OBAMA WON! Fucking right, kids. And by what? I mean, there's winning an election and then there is a landslide rape. I think Obama won via the latter. What a fucking win. What was it? 334 to 153? Something like that? Yeah, take THAT McCain/Palin. I mean seriously, what a HORRIBLE candidacy team. One of them was too stupid to tie her own shoes, and the other is so old he's nearly about to croak. Fogetaboudit. We won, and that's that.
School is going well. Psychology is beating the shit out of me with a big stick. I mean shit. I got a damn 74% on my latest test. I mean, that's not BAD per se, but I want a fucking A in my class already. I mean, it's the subject I'm best at. I know all the answers, I know all the questions, and I know all the problems and their roots. But on tests, I just croak just enough to get a lower score than I want. That's not fair. It's like they're dangling a stick in front of me and saying "come get it," but every time I reach out for it they pull it away. Oh well, just gotta' study harder for my next test. No harm, no foul, right? Besides that, I'm doing awesome in health and I'm doing even better in rock history. Really, there should be no reason that I cant walk away with a nice GPA boost this semester.
As far as band practice goes, our drummer totally flaked today. My guitarist's (Greg) head was out somewhere besides where it needed to be, my rhythm guitarist (Drew) was off somewhere else as well, and our drummer (Noel) wasn't even there (physically). I mean, c'mon. I wanted to practice today. We planned this two days ago, and now everyone is falling apart. We need some order. I think we just need a couple days to get our heads out of the clouds and then we'll just pick up where we left off. Drew's cousin passed away in a motorcycle accident unfortunately, so he's going to drive up to Washington to visit his mom and give his respects. He'll be back by Monday, but in the mean time we're left doing our own thing trying to go on and write new material in his absence.
Personally, I'm in a million different places right now. I'm not one to sit here and write about my problems because quite frankly, that's reserved for my therapist who I'll be seeing in grad school. For now, however, I write all my shit in my little psychology journal and that does me good for now.
Instant update: My cousin who I haven't seen in damn near forever just called me and wants to smoke some dank, so that really brightened my day. I told him I'm broke and he said he'd do me good, so I'm pretty stoked. Good things come to those who think positive, and positivity is the greatest aspect of life. God bless.
What good things may come to those holding breath in time;
what good thoughts my flourish in the depths of their beholders.
What ideas may flow through the rivers of their minds;
which lead to good, blessing, and positive resorts.
Good times!
OBAMA WON! Fucking right, kids. And by what? I mean, there's winning an election and then there is a landslide rape. I think Obama won via the latter. What a fucking win. What was it? 334 to 153? Something like that? Yeah, take THAT McCain/Palin. I mean seriously, what a HORRIBLE candidacy team. One of them was too stupid to tie her own shoes, and the other is so old he's nearly about to croak. Fogetaboudit. We won, and that's that.
School is going well. Psychology is beating the shit out of me with a big stick. I mean shit. I got a damn 74% on my latest test. I mean, that's not BAD per se, but I want a fucking A in my class already. I mean, it's the subject I'm best at. I know all the answers, I know all the questions, and I know all the problems and their roots. But on tests, I just croak just enough to get a lower score than I want. That's not fair. It's like they're dangling a stick in front of me and saying "come get it," but every time I reach out for it they pull it away. Oh well, just gotta' study harder for my next test. No harm, no foul, right? Besides that, I'm doing awesome in health and I'm doing even better in rock history. Really, there should be no reason that I cant walk away with a nice GPA boost this semester.
As far as band practice goes, our drummer totally flaked today. My guitarist's (Greg) head was out somewhere besides where it needed to be, my rhythm guitarist (Drew) was off somewhere else as well, and our drummer (Noel) wasn't even there (physically). I mean, c'mon. I wanted to practice today. We planned this two days ago, and now everyone is falling apart. We need some order. I think we just need a couple days to get our heads out of the clouds and then we'll just pick up where we left off. Drew's cousin passed away in a motorcycle accident unfortunately, so he's going to drive up to Washington to visit his mom and give his respects. He'll be back by Monday, but in the mean time we're left doing our own thing trying to go on and write new material in his absence.
Personally, I'm in a million different places right now. I'm not one to sit here and write about my problems because quite frankly, that's reserved for my therapist who I'll be seeing in grad school. For now, however, I write all my shit in my little psychology journal and that does me good for now.
Instant update: My cousin who I haven't seen in damn near forever just called me and wants to smoke some dank, so that really brightened my day. I told him I'm broke and he said he'd do me good, so I'm pretty stoked. Good things come to those who think positive, and positivity is the greatest aspect of life. God bless.
What good things may come to those holding breath in time;
what good thoughts my flourish in the depths of their beholders.
What ideas may flow through the rivers of their minds;
which lead to good, blessing, and positive resorts.
Good times!
meagan:
My trip has been great... thank you for asking! YAY OBAMA!