Reality sucks.

The week is almost over and that scares the heck out of me. It seems like I wasted it. I stayed home in my jammies, watching TV, getting fat. Well, there goes all my hopes and dreams...There goes my happiness in exchange for waking up at 6:30 in the morning, staying up doing homework, writing bullshit all the time.

Today was my cousin's birthday. He's sixteen years old. You know what? Its friggin weird, I feel old. Though I am the same age as him...I still feel old. I was helpin out today. Doing all these chores and shit. I actually kinda enjoyed it. Made me feel like at the end of the night, I would be going home, only home was in another place. You know? Its kinda confusing, yeah. I wish there was a remote control to life. Of course, it would come with a warning, "USE ONLY IN THE CASE OF AN EMERGENCY!" This would be considered an emergency right? Because I desperately need to press the 'fast forward' button before I go insane. Not that things are going bad, but I am so friggin impatient.

I am pissed off that all these songs on Kazaa Lite are not the songs that I wanted in the first place. Pisses me off man.

My mom owes me ten dollars. I don't see how my mother could want a dry, cocky, financial analyst as opposed to a sensitive, hot, sweet, poetic, firefighter. If ever a Ryan were to swing my way, I'd totally pick him. If ever a man were to just take out an original poem written for ME, I think it'd be safe to say that he would have secured a place in my future...in my bed. Because poems are so hot. Let's just leave it at that since I posted " I'm not the type of person to suddenly trip about Oh, Valentine's Day makes me so lonely, blah blah blah, I wish I had someone blah blah blah I'm sad. And I'm not all of a sudden going to turn into that person, so don't expect it." So I won't get all sappy and stuff, just that if I were to ever envision myself with someone, it'd be with someone who is sensitive and smart and poetic. It would only be so poetically just, right? Only I think I'd be the morbid of the two of us. How sad does that sound? I hope I was true that post and I'm not as sappy. Dude, do you remember The Drummer? Gee whiz...still a fantasy...