illusion of safety

…and if you’re wondering, no, this is not the first time I do this sort of thing. But the same repetition occured that boredom (other than hobbies, college work, and music) took over my mind which resulted in my refrain from writing.

So what the hell, ya know, I stole the title from Thrice’s album (great stuff, go get one while you can!) and I found it to be a good way to define my current state of perspective: that when you thought you’re safe, you are so fucking wrong buddy. This applies to everything in this life, and you may have heard your gramps phrase it differently at times:

"Don’t take your motherfucking shit for granted, son. You never know it may born you a son."

Okay so the last sentence was my addition, but hey, it may be a good advice too (for some of you at least…)!!

So yeah, college hasn’t been great lately, lots of overdue work and projects. Sometime I feel like telling myself to quit everything and just focus on my college stuff… which I have, but it still does not keep me away from those damned Bicycle cards!!!! Yes, I do magic at times (it’s a hobbby –hey, who knows I have one too!–) and yet to master the secret of seduction and hypnosis, but you see, I have to admit that I love this thing more than my college stuff. So I tend to end up working on my ways to foo.. i mean to entertain people, instead of finishing up my Design 4 project.

Ah well, time’s up… I have to start on my 1500 words argumentative essay due tomorrow. The great thing about this is that i haven’t written a single word, in other word: fucked.

I’ll write more next time!

(…if there’s ever a next time!)