thoughts of a dying atheist

few things in life are scarier for a boy than picking up a cup of hot, boiling tea only to have the cap pop off on you, threatening to fly out of your hand and into your unsuspecting lap, where the goods lay. this horrific and terrifying incident almost occurred to me today, twice. damn being in class, i would literally scream, and cry like a girl, as i jumped up and down, arms flailing. i'm not ashamed to admit that yes, i was genuinely frightened.

you all may know that today is the first day of the Year of the Rat in the Chinese Lunar Calender, a lot of you guys are also born in 1984. if so, be careful, this year may be a turbulent one for us.

invest carefully.

if you guys commute, you might feel as i do. how come it always seems that everday, there is one person or car out on the road who's sole purpose that day is to fucking piss you the hell off. they box you into your lane, they drive uncharacteristically slow, they're flat out stupid.

if i had the resources, i would fund the building of a time machine so that i could go back into time, find these people great great grandmothers, and slap them.

finally, i surprise myself sometimes. i notice now that i strive for excellence in school, rather than just fighting to squeak by. better late than never eh?

oh yeah, it's thursday. i don't think she's coming to class, and i don't know how i feel about that.

ps. why do cute girls always sit in the fucking front of the class? what's the point of me dressing up for school if no one is going to look. haha i'm mad vain, i know.

peaceup,

raysquared the shallow one.