(from XKCD)
I know. It's a lot sadder than it looks. That's why I tried so hard to get into "easier to understand music". But that has semi-failed.
Having lived away from farms and farm animals my whole life, I can't tell the difference between sheep, lambs, llamas, or goats. Someone please tell me which one of those is this:
I thought it was a dog until it went "Baaa". Then I just freaked out and took a picture.
While walking around to a cemetery(which was too crowded to explore D=), I actually, SERIOUSLY felt the whole tunnel vibrate. I thought I was hallucinating because I had a can of stout half an hour earlier. But it turns out there really was an earthquake around that time. Crazy, I know.
Just not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
I still can't believe someone thought a cartoon as retarded as 1980s transformers should be made into a movie. Then I remembered it was Michael Bay, who's basically a kid with a lot of explosives and a camera and the authority to direct. Not to mention the ability to draw up 200 million dollar budgets.
Something kinda sad about,
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
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How can it mean anything to me,
if I really don't feel a thing at all?
Well that's about it. Next week I have my trials. I have approximately 2 hours of accumulated study time under my belt. One and a half hours of that was in the first week of college, so don't expect very good or frequent blog posting.
That doesn't mean you don't have to read and/or comment either.
Fine, just click on the ads then.
I'll, keep, digging
till I, feel, something.
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