It's not just me right, Kanye West is fucking retarded.
I don't know if it's his voice or if it's the fact that everyone is shitting bricks over him right now, but I don't think I can bear to listen to him anymore.
Maybe it's because people take his music to seriously and I just don't see why, nothing is really that genius. If there is, what song is it as I think I missed it and would like to see why I need to have this immense amount of respect for this guy.

I drew a halfway decent contour of the room we were stuck in today because I had 20 minutes left to do nothing, except be a creep. I am kind of disappointed that no one will ever see it.
They will see batman saying 'this is the critical point'. Which is satisfactory.
I use a lot of obscenities when I do math... I wonder if I wrote my explanations in scurvy dog speech.
Hmm.

Seriously I think my phone is the devil.
It eats my text messages, just gobbles them up and charges me for its dinner.
4 of them?
If you were a girl, I would be seeing titties right now.
And fucking suicidal.
There must be a uterus somewhere behind that battery.

I think I write about this being the end of a pretty shitty week. I almost punched my brother in the face at a restaurant today, but I remembered that it wouldn't be acceptable, which is good because it means I am back in sync with the world and won't have as much trouble distinguishing reflections from reality, which is really convinient because I think that I am, this time, unwillingly becoming an insomniac.
That just means that I can beat the world record of going without sleep. It is something like 11 days. Which isn't too bad, except for the fact that I go to sleep when I am bored. But maybe I won't be bored because Liam is back and the beard is talking to me again. Now all I need is for salt-is-sour to start talking to me again [which is who you smell like, JGG] and it can be one big happy family again. Happy family, in the Ramones sense that is.
I guess that's why Gomez Addam's obsession with destroying toy trains always made me exquisitely happy.
There have been a bunch of pop culture references on accident and that is definately a good sign.

I found the starting of Chapter 3 of that 'Safety Pin' business. It isn't too bad. I might finish it up. Which no one really cares about, but I can pretend that you do. And that's why I know I am an obnoxious shit.
I am probably going to be murdered one day, yeah?
O man. Beating me to it.

I started thinking about exactly how you hear music in you head when you have headphones in your ears and why certain guttural sounds make up words and those words have certain meanings, and how can ideas be transmitted when they are not physically represented in any matter and how each persons interpretation of a given idea is slightly different from the next and that's probably why we have communication problems. Because we are trying to say one thing and you are taking it as another.
And how 'spelling it out' is kind of self-defeating, because is noises don't mean anything then why should symbols or those noises make anymore sense.
And if this is how I am thinking now, by day 11 I should be nearly blind and charmingly schizophrenic, but I will probably totally get string theory and be working on how to disprove the laws of physics and be solving the pattern to find prime numbers.
Or something like that.
I said I try until I am disappointed.

I have been listening to Enon a lot today. They are pretty charming. I am fairly certain I like them. A lot.
I got a crush on you.