Uninspired, but that's okay. I've got a break right now in terms of homework and stuff, and that's pretty great. Real Anal isn't so hard test-wise, though problem sets still feel like constipation they take so long to solve.
It's 5:40 AM as I type this sentence, which is a problem. I went to bed at 12:30 and got up about an hour ago with my right nostril somewhat clogged and stubborn. I don't want to wake up in the morning with my right nostril completely congested for the day, so, I'm going to stay up for a little bit and embark on an excursion into my blog.
Hello, blog; how are you doing? How many doors do you have? Do these doors open? If not, are they destructible? Of course they are; anything's destructible if somebody wants to be the destructor-raaar-mecha bot. Hey, do I feel enlightened? Not really. Is this a result of Surrealism seeping into my head? Maybe. I can put the blame on it.
T-Pain is a great, great man but he's not very inspiring, I've found. I love pretty much every song he's in (except for "I'm So Hood," anything he did before "Buy U A Drank," and the song in my title), and he's definitely under the category of novelty, but for some reason he hasn't evoked the sort of thoughts or jumbles that other artists I found really novel did, like Donna Summer, ABBA, K-Maro or even My Chemical Romance did. Maybe I'm becoming less capable of these creative thinkings or less capable of thinking that what I've thought is profound. Maybe that's it. Maybe that's all.
In that case, let's get high, and let's get drunk, because we want it back now.
(Obviously that's the wrong idea, because that's a good way to kill brain cells and shit)
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