Tailored sheets, to fit this dirty bed

I make life out to be way more awkward than it really is. End.

It's my hyperactive imagination. Some people produce awesome things with theirs. Mine makes up a billion scenarios that I rather not share. Not because they're like THAT. It's because they're more like THIS.

Have you ever had a conversation on the phone with someone while completely naked? Not because of some weird reason. Kinda like you're in the middle of getting dressed and someone interesting calls you and you end up talking to them in nothing but skin. The fact that you're naked never comes up in the conversation nor does it cross your mind. I haven't. I don't think I could last too long in a conversation like that without telling the person on the other end I was naked. What the hell am I talking about?

I have work to do. Whatupwiththat?

-Allan

Sylvia Plath

I wonder where the weekend went. Weekends are suppose to be relaxing and stuff. Now it's just trying not to get crushed by god knows what. They're less productive and harder to take than regular week days. Something is very wrong.

Now I'll blog about this.

My life is pointing me towards Chicago. I really don't know why. I mean, the idea is not constantly in my face, but little things I encounter in my daily life are like "GO TO CHICAGO!!!!" End of thought.

I found out what the Sylvia Plath effect was today. I don't know if it can apply to me, but I think it's kinda true. In order to create anything remotely artistic, you kinda have to go crazy. Art isn't sane. But it sure as hell is hard.

I also thought it would be a good idea to write a song about Sylvia Plath. Then I realized both The Envy Corps and Ryan Adams have already done it and have done a pretty damn good job so I really shouldn't.

I think I'm really creepy. Do you get that feeling from reading this? I do. I don't know. I just think I'm a really creepy person. Like I'm probably not above stalking people. Or making shrines and keeping them in my closet (which maybe about a fifth of actually belongs to me so I don't have room for one).

I kinda want to be a bartender. Would that be a good idea even if I'm straight-edge? It's not like I have to drink. I just have to make drinks. Sounds like a good idea.

-Allan

Where's Nashville?!

That's actually the title of something I'm trying to write. It's never gonna get written because I really can't write.

I feel like complete shit right now. My head hurts, I haven't accomplished anything, and everyone's being unrealistic. Okay, the last part happens all the time, but it's not helping right now.

-Allan

I've got everyone angry

I've spent like a hot minute today reading about Glasgow smiles (a.k.a Chelsea smile). If you have no clue what that is, google it. If you're squeamish, you probably shouldn't.

I'm about to finish a bit of my French project which is a stupid way of saying I'm going to watch a French film. "Les Poupées Rouses". It's pretty good so far.

I am very disillusioned. I think I'll stay that way for now.

That made a lot of since. Now run along on your merry way.

-Allan

She's leaving on a Sunday

Dear people who come up with the SAT's,

You are evil, evil people. Evil people who probably for the most part don't give a crap about our education because collegeboard is like a huge cash cow. Whatever the hell that means. That Literature test. Really?! Do all the long poems that make absolutely no sense really need to be in there? GAR!!!

But it's all done for at least a month. I got the green light to go see Lydia. I'm a half-step closer to an autoharp. Capture the flag starts up again and I'm hopefully gonna be able to make it. So life is peachy. Peachy keen.

Now to touch all the things I haven't touched in the past few days because of stupid studying. Why yes, that did come out weird.

-Allan

Hip Hop Shoes Repair

I dissected a pig today. I was SO stoked to do it. Then it wasn't all that awesome. The poor thing smelled really bad (imagine what pigs smell like mixed with rubber and nasty). I felt really bad. I really don't wanna do it again.

I'm really nervous. I just want tomorrow to be over with so I can start thinking about other stuff again.

Doo doo doo doo doo.

I really like The Format.

-Allan

Heartsheartshearts!

My brain is bleeding Bio.

I GOT AN OFFER TODAY!!! I don't know if I wanna sell it to the guy since he's not willing to pay the full $300 (I told him $280 is the lowest I'm willing to go). I'm not super desperate to sell my guitar so I don't know. Maybe I'll wait around until someone who wants to pay $300 if he turns out to be not rad. Maybe I'll sell it to this person. Who knows?!

Wouldn't it be funny if they like googled my e-mail, found my blog and read all of this?! Hahaha.

So I got into AP Environmental Science, Neurobiology, and Robotics for Senior year. I don't really get how I got APES since I don't remember asking for it, but I'll try it out to see how it goes. I haven't taken an AP yet so I guess I might as well do one. I'm stoked for my other two Science electives though. The teachers that teach those classes are super awesome.



These gentlemen are called The Envy Corps. They sound kinda like Radiohead without all the famous. Haha. No offense Radiohead. They're really good so I think it's time you listen to them. Click away at the picture.

-Allan