Aphelion

in case of fire, quietly and in an orderly fashion,
form a single file line in the front of the class
and wait for your instructor, facing the door,
continue towards the north stairwell,
then proceed calmly and quickly towards the nearest exit.
leave your bags and coats behind kindly...thank you.

you can't tell me i'm not good at math.
poor writer my...
i've got 25 jumping jacks left and two big circles to run in...
don't want to be late for attentive head nodding and tie tying class...
present in six months, i'll be a college graduate...
and then i'm gonna be...mr dr., police, fire, space man,
ballerina, zookeeper, cowboy, president of the united states...
what are you gonna be...
memorize that...before you get sent out to sea...







Anyways...



Check check, back to reality here. Actually, fuck that man, let's lay it all out. One: I am taking a sabbatical from my physics major for a semester. That's right, I'm just livin! Actually I've never been better... Besides the fact that I now have some sort of fucking STOMACH PARASITE/APPENDICITIS/ALIEN inside my abdomen.
Two: AIESEC has to be fun again, and that's all that really matters. I am thinking of changing the name AIESEC to something that invokes better imagery, perhaps Flying Rainbows and Glitter Club.
Three: Bruni is not getting his phone back, I sold it for crack.
Four: I've studied more physics in the last month than the last year, wtf is wrong with our education system. Random waaalk.
Five: Jimmy John's people now know me by name, and order the proper meal for me ahead of time.
Six: I am extremely clumsy with my bike which has led to near-fatalities on multiple occasions.
Seven: PEOPLE BETTER STEP OFF
Eight: Warmmilk is rocking the suburbs.
Nine: I've started to incite random acts of chaos throughout the campus.
Ten: I could be going insane.
Eleven: WTF IS IN MY STOMACH?!
Twelve: Clappy regularly attacks me with pans.
Thirteen: Yue needs ritalin in his drinks.
Fourteen: IF YOU USE THE PLOTTER AT THE SNRE SCHOOL MAKE SURE YOU HAVE YOUR DIMENSIONS LESS THAN 35.5" ON ONE SIDE
Fifteen: They are not for eating.
Sixteen: Why can't we down Vael?!
Seventeen: I am attempting to infiltrate every level of computer security throughout the university.
Eighteen: Digital mind expansion program increased production levels were always paramount.
Nineteen: ERASERHEAD WTFFF.
Twenty: I hate all cellphones.


And that's it for my non-sensical stream of consciousness! Stop by next time.

*THREE A: The crack dealer traded the phone back to me for a ride back to his parents house.

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your background hurts my eyes. stick to the pure black - it suits your personality better anyways.