Angry Al.

remember your black 89 mitsubishi galant? the time when the power windows didnt work and it was afuckin 105 valleydegrees outside and even hotter inside? you had to keep opening the door at every stop to prevent from passing out: "i swear, all i need is AC and a CD player?"

and

how come in front of 4000 people, reading a speech, youll only be thinking about 4001?

my life right now. i should be starting one of the three papers due tomorrow so i can hang with a fun girl who makes me laugh tomorrow night. but instead...

why is it that when we get what we want, we just want more? and for all the good that is going on in our lives, instead we focus on the shit?

just one of dem days, like monica says. the biannual feeling i get that forges emotional growth. yay.