Vibes and Stuff.

Midnight Ramblings.

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I have an 8-10 paper due thursday that I had no idea about. Fuck.
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I don’t really care about the whole Andre Johnson-Cortland Finnegan debacle. Honestly, people fight all the time, and that fight wasn’t even good, just unexpected.
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I need to see a good movie soon. Black Swan is coming out Friday. That’s a possibility.
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My birthday is Friday. That’s a fact. I’m getting Starcraft 2 as a present. Too nerdy for my own good.
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I’m afraid that N. Korea is going to start WW3. I don’t want to fight a war that isn’t my problem. US already enough shit on its plate; keep your asshole clean Kim Jong-iL.
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I hate how close the capital “i” and the lower case “l” are. That’s why I did that.
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Facebook is whack. I don’t get its use anymore, but of course taking it away would be red alert. What to do.
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I started a new ghost twitter, like drunkhulk. Hope it becomes famous and I get to be on the Today Show.
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I’ve been listening to Das Racist recently. They’re really unique, but only a couple of songs can be considered seriously “creative” and the rest are just rabid, effusive displays of pop culture.
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I’m turning eighteen. Maybe I will sprout wings or something cool. That would be tight. I’d save a shitload of gas money.
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I like Hispanic chicks the most, but feel like a traitor. Its just that most black girls that I’m around are that super duper “gudda” type, and that’s not how I roll. And for some reason, I can tolerate/adore a hood chica. Its appealing, I can’t explain it.
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My favorite hair color on a girl is crimson, not red. Get it straight. It probably has to deal with the fact that the first girl I really had a thing for had crimson hair. I was a horny-as-fuck 7th grader, damn. How far I’ve come.
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Ramble within a ramble, lol. Anyway, I think the infatuation of my first love has subliminally transferred to every other redhead, but eff it. It’s beautiful and awesome. Gingers are hot.
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Female Gingers, of course. Ron Weasley stand back.
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I’m trying to lose weight. And for some reason, everywhere I go there is something delicious and I want to obliterate it with my face. It’s tough. Gotta keep faith in my goal.
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I’ve been big all my life. I was nine pounds at birth; possible that those pounds are on here somewhere. I don’t know if its mostly genetic or mostly lack of moderation that caused me to be portly. Doesn’t matter, I’m at war with my flesh.
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I don’t get why guys like breasts. I mean for goodness sake, they’re literally bags of fat that squirt out lactose. Do you know how fucking gross that is? And some women have the audacity to augment that with silicon. Innovative, neanderthalistic idiots.
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I’m an ass man.
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I like the form of a female derriere, not saying that I’m a jackass.
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The pants-on-the-ankles thing is the most retarded fad on the earth. And these dudes don’t give a fuck that they look like babies and not the “hardcore triple G” personas they wish to emulate. Get a belt, shit.
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The night is on my mind, the sun will still shine.