Here I sit once more in my fourth hour class, bored out of my mind. I probably have some knid of assignment to do involving tutorials and adobe, but I won't do it.
Instead I'm gonna listen to the Ramones and pretend I'm elsewhere.
When I was a sophomore in high school my best friend Renee and I used to make up a bunch of different communes.
Each commune would be different. Like one would be in Hawaii and we would live in straw huts and lay on the beach drinking pina coladas and getting a tan all day.
Another would be in Paris and we would live in an awesome loft apartment overlooking the skyline and the eiffel tower and we would walk the streets drinking french coffee and, I don't know, wearing berets.
Basically we would do this to kill the time and stunt the boredom that continues to grow like a freaking chia pet each and every day in high school.
So there's that nice anecdote. All I can say is that I hope things start to pick up soon because this rut is getting so deep I can hardly see the sky. Hell, I can't see the sun at all. But that's just because I live in Michigan and it's February.
Instead I'm gonna listen to the Ramones and pretend I'm elsewhere.
When I was a sophomore in high school my best friend Renee and I used to make up a bunch of different communes.
Each commune would be different. Like one would be in Hawaii and we would live in straw huts and lay on the beach drinking pina coladas and getting a tan all day.
Another would be in Paris and we would live in an awesome loft apartment overlooking the skyline and the eiffel tower and we would walk the streets drinking french coffee and, I don't know, wearing berets.
Basically we would do this to kill the time and stunt the boredom that continues to grow like a freaking chia pet each and every day in high school.
So there's that nice anecdote. All I can say is that I hope things start to pick up soon because this rut is getting so deep I can hardly see the sky. Hell, I can't see the sun at all. But that's just because I live in Michigan and it's February.
Our new commune should be in Ireland, and we can live in a castle. We can spend our days wandering the beautiful country side and only stopping to have picnics with finger sandwiches and fresh salads. Then at night we go to pubs and listen to accent heavy folk songs and smile and laugh until we make our way back to the castle. Then we will listen to flogging molly and have a cup of tea before we call it a night!
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sounds good! Can I be in the commune? I'll tattoo leprechans on all of our arms to remember it foreverrrrr!
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