I hate Friday
We all know how I'm feeling about school.
I've only bitched and whined about it a billion times.
It just pisses me off. I'm someone to laugh at. because I don't want to go to school. because I don't care. because I don't believe in it. I've made my arguments to all of them, and they just give me this sarcastic little smirk that says "yeah right, You're a moron who's going to get no where, and we know why, and we're right and better than you for knowing it".
it makes me want to say "get the fuck out before I shoot your ass to the moon, biatch"
not really.
but it still bugs me. that people are like that. they'll ask me why, I explain, and they shake their heads. I'm a failure. bam.
and they wonder why i'm so weird and have such low self esteem.
I'm not going to school. thats that. Anything I would have learned there can be learned in a book, if not many books. so why don't I save on tuition and food and housing and shit, and just buy the books for myself? Why live with the time restrictions and exams?
I know.
Because that doesn't count when it comes to getting a career.
guess what:
I don't want a career.
I don't want to be doing the same thing all the time. I want to be open to everything, to be able to detatch whenever i want.
Look, people, if I ever do anything, it'll be something with writing, or art, or something... or being killed for bombing the white house, or something. None of those things need post secondary. none of them. art school? no. why? creativity cannot be taught, nor judged. therefore, school is useless. thats my belief. accept and stop thinking of me as a fucking FAILURE!
Same with writing.
same with bombing and killing the president. you don't need school for that shit.
ugh
you know, for all the hype, John Coltrane isn't that great. I don't like him. too much... fucked up not-great sound mush from that saxophone. too crazy. ACID ACID ACID! too much.
school starts tuesday. all the people i could have hung out with won't be around during the day, when I'm most lonely. lonely loney. mother won't let me drive with gas as high as it is. I should tell her to move to New Orleans. so yeah... we all know about that already.
lifes a bitch.
but sigur ros is in a little more than two weeks! YEAH! theres something to smile about!
I've only bitched and whined about it a billion times.
It just pisses me off. I'm someone to laugh at. because I don't want to go to school. because I don't care. because I don't believe in it. I've made my arguments to all of them, and they just give me this sarcastic little smirk that says "yeah right, You're a moron who's going to get no where, and we know why, and we're right and better than you for knowing it".
it makes me want to say "get the fuck out before I shoot your ass to the moon, biatch"
not really.
but it still bugs me. that people are like that. they'll ask me why, I explain, and they shake their heads. I'm a failure. bam.
and they wonder why i'm so weird and have such low self esteem.
I'm not going to school. thats that. Anything I would have learned there can be learned in a book, if not many books. so why don't I save on tuition and food and housing and shit, and just buy the books for myself? Why live with the time restrictions and exams?
I know.
Because that doesn't count when it comes to getting a career.
guess what:
I don't want a career.
I don't want to be doing the same thing all the time. I want to be open to everything, to be able to detatch whenever i want.
Look, people, if I ever do anything, it'll be something with writing, or art, or something... or being killed for bombing the white house, or something. None of those things need post secondary. none of them. art school? no. why? creativity cannot be taught, nor judged. therefore, school is useless. thats my belief. accept and stop thinking of me as a fucking FAILURE!
Same with writing.
same with bombing and killing the president. you don't need school for that shit.
ugh
you know, for all the hype, John Coltrane isn't that great. I don't like him. too much... fucked up not-great sound mush from that saxophone. too crazy. ACID ACID ACID! too much.
school starts tuesday. all the people i could have hung out with won't be around during the day, when I'm most lonely. lonely loney. mother won't let me drive with gas as high as it is. I should tell her to move to New Orleans. so yeah... we all know about that already.
lifes a bitch.
but sigur ros is in a little more than two weeks! YEAH! theres something to smile about!
prematurely released by Norah at 11:23 PM
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