Anticipating Anticipation, an Anticipator

Shit, I can’t get the concert off my mind. Yes I can, it’ll just take a little time, but it won’t be a problem momentarily when my teacher tells us that we have to lower our music and start this new project he has been talking about for sometime. What am I saying? I probably won’t do it until tomorrow, even though I really need bust some major ass here soon, like totally. I really need to set some limits for myself so I can keep my grades up in this damn lab.

Stephanie got me such a good gift yesterday, as an “early birthday present.” I wanted to make sure I thanked her thoroughly, and I’m not so sure I did. But let me say to her now, I LOVED YOUR GIFT! THANK YOU! And you know you didn’t have to get me a gift, I don’t need anything, besides you. I really don’t want to come off as cocky of blasé when I say I don’t care about that material stuff, I mean I do, but it’s nothing like a conversation with Stephanie, or a walk with Stephanie, or just laying with Stephanie. Those bedrooms eyes of hers, like, completely blows any material gift out of the water…

Mmmhmm, ::snaps::

She’s going to kick David’s ass when she talks to him next, ^_^. David sent me the CD she got me the day of. I don’t want to sound to asshole-ish, but damn dude, she told you and everything… That’s harsh man. So I’m just saying I’d be scared if Stephanie was pissed, and I saw the fire of vengeance in her eyes; oh she’s coming for you and taking you down, she’ll eat you up like a Klondike bar except not in the good way…yeahhhh. Speaking of Klondike bars…if that’s how you spell the name, they’re freaking delicious, I had a stick of ecstasy cream last night. Maybe, maybe it’s an aphrodisiac. Sorry, my mind is fluttering, and my eyes keep running off the screen.

On the way to school this morning, my mom could’ve put me to sleep, lucky she was driving. I was saying I’m going to a concert tonight, and she said ok, and then went on about how if I get in trouble with the authorities there, that she’s not going to bail me out or help me. I told her she’s kind of crazy for thinking that would happen, and asked her when the last time I’ve done anything like that. She’s so fatheadedly fat, I don’t care if that’s not a word. But somehow that put her in an energized mood, and she was playing her Christian contemporary music lightly as we rode down the country trails off to my school. She was going on for a long time about renovating the upstairs, which was all gravy until she asked for my opinion. Doesn’t it make you wonder, how when someone asks you your opinion, that not only do they not follow through with it, which I can understand, but they also don’t acknowledge that you just responded, with your opinion, which is in my mom’s case. I was saying, “Well…I think that the bathroom downstairs should stay the gre”—“you know that it’ll only take a day or two, but I think that the most time consuming thing will be taking out the old tile and flooring.” “yeah mom, I know…” spoken with a little irritation and definitely apathetic. Anyways, I had my eyes closed and head leaning against the window, trying to stay awake or interested, but the only thing I was interested in was the pot holes in the road after we ran them through causing my head to lift from the window and slam back on to it. No serious damage was obtained by my moms driving, few scares, potential heart attacks, but nothing that’d kill me. I am glad she’s interested something that’s productive and she can find passion in. The way I look at it, the happier she is, the happier I am I don’t have to listen to her incessantly abrupt occurrences of complaints. Oh how she reminds me of a toddler. I see right through her yelling to the real reason she does it.

Enough about my mom, lunch is coming soon. I could eat an entire horse; I hope it’s on the menu. Oh well, I’ve probably gotten it in my chicken nuggets or ham sandwich sometime before; we do eat GFS food, if you want to call it food. It could also be called a “rinkydink” attempt at powdered Slim Fast meals with a little more fat and foreign objects. Why can’t they have a line for us who don’t like the taste of the food? They could just sell the food in its precooked state, powder, so we can freebase it and just shoot it straight in. Less painful than all that chewing and swallowing.

Affirmation of excellence, on the With Teeth album. I’m glad Trent has continued his career, because I can’t get enough. “ hot bod…sexy bod….I…Want…Your…Bod.”

I’ll leave on that note.