huckleberry finn gone wild

people are constantly seeking for an "adventure".
all want to explorer something unexplored.

no more huckleberry finn sorta adventure.
college, 21st century; adventure is nothing but ugly.

woman confirms her sexuality from random hookups.
man is just a dirty hog with a falling manhood seeking that
insecure woman and helping her validating herself.

"yes, you are hot"

to man, that's when you are drunk and you are playing truth&dare.
always go with the dare. will get you more actions.
to woman, to that over-archiving-desperate-female-dog, .... wait ..
she doesn't really care if 1.2.3. oh 5 creeps are essentially dry-humping her. to her, that makes her a princess. because everyone is insecure.

"i like your shoes, let's fuck"

everyone says it's not like that. she says it was just a game.
he says he loves her. she says she wasn't drunk.

maybe she wasn't drunk after all. she was sober but acted drunk
so she can make guys jumping all over her.
because guys are wussies and they hook up only with drunk pussies.

maybe he was in love. at that moment. maybe really.
don't tell her anything though. she doesn't really care.
you did your job. wonderfully.

tomorrow forget about that humping at 5am
tomorrow forget about that hook up on john's futon
tomorrow forget about that dares, shameful ones

tomorrow, go back to your masked-ugly-inner-superficial-beings.
"hey that was an awesome night (let's not talk about shits happened. we are still good friends. yeah right? message me. let's pretend like i am your best male friend. because i know you need another validation when next party starts next weekend. i will be there.)"

a slice of life

i am going no where. my footsteps lead me to a dead end.
i'd like to just take off for a year. i want to just leave this place

i literally failed my exam. a lot alot much worse than the worst F.
i am considering withdrawing the class all together.

i am fccking wasted. it's one of those depressing and depressed drunks.
i am thinking it was a bad idea. i started 2 pm. now it's 3:30 am.

people are ignoring me, hating me, pushing me around.
i am rejected. from my life.

the feeling of

i went sleep early with a mouthful of nyquil
i woke up late with a burning desire to take a walk
weather's nice outside and heather's hyped about today

i am glad i woke up today.

no offense to anyone. i actually admire these people

you know people who studies on Friday night,
people who goes on with their study to get phD,
people who stays after every class to ask a prof a question,
and people who reads all the optional articles.

are they really really into those fields?
do they really really love those subjects?

life is meant to be lifeless

so. yeap. i believe in magic.
i believe in luck.
i believe that everyone is good.
i believe that dream comes true once in a while.
i believe that one day with my lifeless, unfocused, and boring life, i will make it "big".
i believe that i can live my life, eat 3 meals a day, have friends and family and maybe do something fun once in a while even if i fail out of my school.

even though i many times doubt my belief, i try my best to hold my faith.
amen.

evidence

that one day, when i woke up and took a glimpse at the outside through a little window right next to my bed, the wonderland was completely covered by toothpaste and sour cream was still spreading from the sky.
but i didn't get to play with it, take a picture of it, make a snowman, or even just slowly walk on those crispy ice cream.

that's when i know my life is pretty shitty

motion, music, moscow

when my ears are covered by good music,
every squared inch of my skin grooves.

GET OFF MY EARS SO I CAN SLEEP NOW!!

1.2.3. friday night.