9.29.2003
 
My life in syncopation.

Literary diagram of my life in recent time:

Happy. Happy. Shit. Shit. Happy. Shit.

No gradual descent into happiness or climb to euphoria, it's like fate's decided to go bipolar/manic-depressive on me. In other words, as soon as one good thing happens, at least one thing has to go to shit. From one extreme to another.

Seriously. Today in Art I was really really happy before Sensei Lee told me that Randy won't be in my Japanese class anymore. In otherwords, I'm stuck with Robert "ya-wanna-play-Yugi(shit)oh?" in the back of the room while sensei milks me for all my sempai-teaching skills. Fuck.

About five seconds before the start of class I climbed onto one of the tables by Em's, Cassandra's, and Mike's workspace (in the back by the corner of the room), curled myself into a ball and wished the world away... Followed by me being homocidally quiet during class.

Why must fate throw a wrench in my sockets? Simple. My Lord of the Flies essay kicked ass.

Just... crucify me already; I'm done.

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