Ok, so i'm having an extraordinarily hard time figuring out this blogger shit. Mainly because i've been doing silly things to my body for the past couple of days, but i'm done exams, so that's just fine. it's my right, you could say. but yeah, fuck, blogger is a jerk. i had the hardest time trying to log in to this bloody thing. but that's ok. so yeah, done first year university. ish. i have to repeat a bunch of my acting courses because school is retarded and i'm too young and pretty and party-hardy and just waytoofuckingcool for them. so i must join the new first year class next year. which should be interesting, i mean, new people, and they're all gonna be interesting, cause that's a requirement for an actor. so, we shall see how this goes. i'm kind of sad about this, because this means that i have to leave all of my friends, and make new ones. gah. i dunno, this just seems like wayyyyyyy too much work. maybe i'm lazy or something, but jeez. it's gonna be really funny watching the new kids get up in the zone of silence, all confused. i dunno, maybe it's scary. it's a whole new class, with a whole new dynamic, and i'm just hoping i fit in it somewhere. preferably as the ridiculously awesome guy who failed before, but man, that's cool, cause he's really rad man, and he party's hard and looks like De Niro when he does his shit on stage, cause this motherfucker won't stop cause he can't stop, ain't nobody gonna hold him down. so yeah, keep checking this page out, cause you know i'm gonna be posting, you know i will bring the awesome. or at least something like it.

inner. inner people who people should be. i just saw that. the most beautiful version of self that is in a person. the most perfect part of a person. the way the world should be. the way that, when your walking down the street, you don't notice things, like, the texture of wood, or how the cobblestone tilts a bit to the side, or how menthol cigarette taste way, way better than normal ones, or how the grass is so goddamn green. little things like that never actually compute. or how she's so beautiful. since when are people allowed to be that beautiful. it doesnt make any sense, but at the same time it does. you don't need the exta. the extra is ridicoulous, and totally uneeded. its pointless and silly. you don't need extra. just be real. be yourself. i've forgotten that. just be as you are. people don't want the fake constructs. although everyone does it. everyone, so its not like your one of a few. but put that fake shit away. it's stupid. just be real. utterly free. free yourself. look at the bulding across the the street. look at how the sky is tinged with peach. feel something. feel ease, simplicity. feel how its like honey when she's speaking to you. feel how you almost popped right out. almost melted. almost became whole. feel like your floating on a jellybean oddysey. feel. create. write. make something new. make something so that she'll wake up in the morning and hear you singing. so that you'll sit together and just do nothing. drink cheap wine and watch for shooting stars. feel how you felt when you were 16 and told her your loved her for the first time of ever telling anyone you loved them. feel that 16 year old shock you felt when she said it back. feel acutely. you're so high that you in a state of perceptual euphoria.