Sadness or Euphoria

This may be the worst idea I have ever had. I think I've lost it. You know, like all the way. Like, "send him to the nut house! That's where he has always belonged!" I get scared a lot, you know? Like I get scared that I am going to fail math, and I get scared that my girlfriend doesn't really care about me, and I get scared that I will be a failure in this life. I'll hit a brick wall, turn around, sit down and lean against it just like everyone else. Meanwhile, the real hard workers and fastening their grappling hooks and scaling the wall like it's nothing. I think if I had any reason to get over this wall then maybe I would getting one of those fancy grappling hooks too. Take this metaphor how you will, but either way I'm not doing too hot.

Ah, the clogging of thoughts. What a wondrous human capability. To be able to suddenly influence a human to go blank in the mind. Whilst they are writing, speaking or whatever. Every human knows how to do this, even to themselves. What a gift.

I don't HAVE to go to school tomorrow, I GET to go to school tomorrow. You don't HAVE to answer the door, you GET to answer the door.

I'm a bunch of jumbled up thoughts.

Here's this:

What a cool guy

He thought he was pretty fly

But in the end he knew he'd die

Because we all die.

Was that pretty good? I thought so. I made that up, right off the bat, right now, at 11:45 pm on Tuesday night, Russell Aaron Keele produced that somewhat mediocre piece of poetry. It took me about a minute. No, maybe forty-five seconds.

One time, my brother Daniel and I were in our bathroom getting ready for bed and my mom yells "Go to bed already!" and, with the usual reply, we both somewhat in sync say, "hold on a sec.!" My mom replies, "I don't want any more secs.!" Oh man, what a funny happening. Get it? Because it sounded like "sex." If it was your mom, you'd be laughing just as hard as I was.

So I heard rumors that Neil Armstrong would tell really crappy jokes about the moon and then when nobody laughed he'd say "ah, I guess you just had to be there." HOW FREAKING FUNNY IS THAT.

Okay, I'll admit, I'm a loser. I've been obsessed with the same girl for nearly three years, and she still sometimes put screwdrivers in my head. Yes, Erin-Taylor Thomas, I am talking about you. 

Well, now that I've just totally screwed any whatever I had with Erin, I am off. I hope you enjoyed this pointless and humorless post. Have a good night, and stay gold.

- A Guy