Existentialism on Prom Night.

Like the Straylight Run song.

So my Philosophy class should be renamed to be Introduction to Nappage. The teacher is so redundant...and his voice is so monotone...but amazingly, I was coherent for the most part this morning--considering I just hopped out of bed, took a shower, and left to class. I find the material to be very interesting. Philosophy. And most of the shit he was saying I was already thinking about how I already do those things. But I call it "overanalyzing." Haha...but in reality, maybe I'm just being philosophical about my life...and that makes me depressed. You think Aristotle and Socrates were like brilliant people? No they were just clinical depressives that wanted to spread their misery. Haha...ok I'm just kidding.

But yeah...damn I wanted to take a nap, but I got hungry. Oh well. Class suckas!!! yayuhhhh.

Oh yes...

It's that time of the year...happy birthday to the one-and-only Lycky I know and will ever.