pictures on the wall.

The pictures on my wall make me realize I have quite a high ceiling. maybe it's unnecessarily high, because after all, I would like to be able to bang my head on it once in a while. Right, because that happens so often.

Mmhm. You ever watch a movie you used to like, and you're so excited about watching it again years later, and you end up being disappointed because you realize that the acting was never good, the dialogue was stale, and the soundtrack sucked ass? Man, I hate that.

Alright well I have to get my lies straight this week. This is my last week at De Anza. theoretically. I don't have labs anymore so I can pick up my sister. My last class is Wednesday. Which is the same day as the "final." I must "study" tomorrow when I get home. Which means locking myself in my room and finding some way to kill the time. Maybe presents. Then around 8, I will leave the house to attend a "dinner" for my co-worker because she's turning 21 (but I'll really be at their dirty ass house, probably trying to avoid the beer pong table, BAD NEWS!). Maybe Wednesday or Thursday I'll excuse myself to the store and go on a run with Manong. Friday I'll say I'm not coming home, so they don't wait up for me, but I just want to be able to spend time at 404. Yup. Then...I guess that's the end of my liar week. Next week is not liar week, it's catch up on studying week.

Sometimes they get too complicated. I forgot how much I used to do it. I am a master of deception when I want to be. I just hate doing it, because it stresses me out like a motherfucker, especially being as paranoid as I am everyday, I have to make sure I cover all trains of thought of the parties involved, have an excuse for everything, and have the story straight in my head, I even believe it a little myself. Sometimes that gets me in trouble when I have to recall my fake memories because the truth sometimes blends with lies, and I have to sweat it out.

hate lying. hate liars.

Cannnnnnnnnnot wait till Friday. Gotta make up for the last couple times I've been drunk, the last couple times I've seen my roommates, the last formal, and finally....BRYAN ANA NAR AND I together, it's a fckn long time...I miss those fricken days.

Hw time.