Don’t fall down, you will never get up . . .

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We’ll divy up there

Other Stuff

October 8, 1998
So I skipped third and fourth hour today (gotta let my mom use the car to go to the dentist). Probably not a good idea, seeing as how tomorrow is our mid-terms in those classes, but oh well. I aced both of my mid-terms today in Math and Government, I’m sure. The beauty of my Government test was that it was all memorization and regurgitation, but I didn’t remember a damn thing or even try to study… because I knew he’d end up letting us use some kind of cheat sheet. Of course, he did and I was right and I didn’t waste all last night trying to remember crap. But, after leaving school and before my mom needed the car, I went to Renaissance Records and bought Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue album. After doing that, I went to the Vives Les Artes and checked out some photographs they had on display there. The great thing about Renaissance is that the cashiers are really cool people. He noticed that I was buying Miles Davis so he gave me a magazine full of all the things going on down in Austin that had anything to do with music. Pretty cool. Him and another guy had just been talking about how KJAZZ is going off the air, or is now off the air, in Austin. And I told them about a station I had heard late last night that played some really good jazz out of Austin. As a matter of fact, my whole reason for going to the store was to get a CD by the Lucky Strikes or Creed. And, of course, Miles was on that list. I don’t feel at all guilty… they can’t take what I don’t have. And this is a damn good CD. On the first through about the fourth listenings today I was just completely mesmerized by it. It was weird, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way before. I just kind of leaned back and let the music flow over me.

They’re here to help you
Satisfy your desire
There’s a bright future for all you professional liars

Hmmm… Oh… I hate the way my life is divided into little sections. School. Home. Other. You know? They are completely separate. The sides of one never touch the other. Hell, I used to take a shower before school and after school just to make the complete transition. Yes, I have a lot of problems. šŸ˜‰ I really want them all to overlap, though. I want my school/work, home, and other life to be indistinguishable from one another.

Man, I can’t wait till college… I just think it will be a lot different at the college level… unless of course college truly becomes the same as high school – something that everyone goes through. That will completely dilute the whole experience of being surrounded by students who really want to learn the knowledge the professors are trying to impart to them.

Daria… “I don’t want to wake up when I’m forty hating the world because I made career decisions in my teens.” Well, it was something like that, anyway.

So give your ID card to the border guard
Your alias says you’re Captain John Luke Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
Cause they won’t speak English any ways

The Myth of Sisyphus. The man is doomed to roll the boulder up the hill and as soon as he reaches the summit, the boulder rolls back down and he is forced to chase it down and roll it back up only for the same thing to happen again and again for eternity. But don’t you think on his way back down the hill everytime there is a sparkle of hope in his eye that maybe things will be different this time? Maybe not.

There is no rhyme or reason to this entry because most of the above are excerpts from various letters I’ve written over the course of the week. Nothing new.

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
I’ve got the pistol
So I get the Pesos

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