it felt like a post

I don’t get it… how come I have absolutely nothing in common with math and could not be worse at it, but the music and art I like is completely mathematical. It has structure, numbers, the word ‘math’ in the name…

Another point. 11-12 in Vilnius is businesmen hour. Everyone’s wearing suites and ties and stuff. And I met the king of chicks. heh.
I feel like eating a salad and taking a nap, since I have loads of homework.

pants

He poked the waitress on her shoulder, pointed at the brandy glasses and said:
‘Hey, keep these coming.’
‘What is wrong with you?’
‘Nothing’s wrong with me… What are you talking about?’
‘Ever since you’ve bought these pants you’re acting all weird. It’s like your virtues and priorities have changed…’
‘What?’
‘You completely ignore my calls, this is the first invite you’ve responded to since forever ago and we didn’t even go where I suggested going. Besides, you’ve grown quite a big ego.’
‘She’s right, man.’ said Jay. ‘And it’s coming from me - the guy who couldn’t care less.’
‘You’re out of your minds.’ He said, and stood up. ‘Hey.’ he said to a girl that was walking by.
‘That’s it.’ I said and jumped off my seat. ‘Take off the pants.’
‘What?’
‘Take them off!’
I tried unbuckling them but he squirmed and shook me off.
‘Are you crazy?!’
‘No, she’s right, man. I can’t take it anymore either. Take off the pants or I’ll take them off for you.’
‘No. Get off. Both of you. I don’t where you got this guy from, but he’s a bad influence on you.’
‘What?’ said Jay. ‘Have the pants completely gone to your head?
He left. Me and Jay sat down as the waitress brought us more alcohol.
‘What’s wrong with his pants?’ Jay asked me.
‘They’re these douchebag pants that every single turd in town has… I guess you are what you wear.’
‘You’re not a leopard… So I have no idea why’d you chose to wear something that made a statement of such.’
I closed up my cardigan and continued being angry. It kept on for quite a few days in the mean time, I left my phone on for apology calls.

Writing is going sooo hard for me tonight. I want to slow down, I can’t keep up with the pace. Although, I quite like it. But it is getting a bit stressful. I had an idea, since I talked to a friend about creative writing. I want to publish it here. But I have no time for that, thus I can’t concentrate on the things I have to do. And I feel sad and angry and happy and it amuses me… the whole ipod situation. haha : (

well today was an adventurous day

i’m missing something.

it’s summer. i’ve realized i hate summer. especially when i have to concentrate on something and get organized. ugh.

i also think the english language is insignificant.
i feel like singing. HOW IS IT ALWAYS WHEN I’M SICK I WANT TO SING.
i’m punching the screen, man that ice-tea is unnerving.

i love yeasayer i’d take it behind the middle school and get it pregnant. i’m afraid i’ll get bored of them and post-opener’ll be painful.

and we’re finally finished with the almanac. i can feel my dad fluffing my hair.

i hate it how opener advertising is everywhere… The guys who thought it up don’t even know what opener is about! ugh.

I should make a list of random things i like
next to shoes hanging from wires and branches, a certain coat and alpacas we should find a spot for totem poles. Damn they’re awesome.

NOTHING IS FOREVER

not even the things you felt safe about and that made you feel safe.

i hate what freaking dumbass people will make me turn into… an emotionless robot of hatred. why can’t the schoolyear come to an end? why can’t everything come to an end? phantasy is better than reality anyway. the more older i get the more normal i have to act. that’s what they expect of you, isn’t it?

that’s it, i think i’m officially depressed.

Seriously the sparnai thing really did a number on me

Have you seen them? The words cut open:
Let’s take our shoes off and unwind.
And listen to growing watermelons crack
While lying in the garden.

I think I unintentionally picked up a gay at a club.

Me.

of all people.

a guy.

at a club.

UNINTENTIONALLY.

English is a twat subject.
I’m not returning to an English lesson this year.