survey my face, sir.

like the song goes, just another manic monday.

except today was not manic, it was actually rather okay. perhaps because it's snowing outside. like real, snow-ball-packing-good snow. and this time, i don't have to march outside in it, so it's awesome.

so, this seems to be the subject on every one's minds, except for mine: the future.

and i just can't bring myself to want to think about it, like college and careers and that big vast space that is MY FUTURE in general. i. don't. want. to. think./talk. about. it. at. all.

i'm currently in denial about growing up and leaving everyone and everything.

i don't want to make the wrong choices
and end up amounting to nothing.
i guess i'll eventually come to terms with growing up.
but not right now.

i'll i need is some orange juice and a best friend to talk to and i am
fucking happy.

i want this week to be over, not because it's bad but because i'm pretty sure that the next one will be better. but, i seem to think that every week.

also, if i have to fill out another stupid survey for school, i might just refuse.

heh. i've done LSD/crack/meth/pot/px drugs/drank alcohol 40+ times each in the last thirty days.

i also gamble excessively, carry a hand gun sometimes, and wouldn't mind joining a gang.

and in regards to the last question of the survey, i was not honest at all.

eat that, new york state.