RANDOM THOUGHTS 25

That album is alright, but if you want to get into The National, you should check out Boxer and High Violet first.

 

Sometimes I actually trick myself into thinking it'll all be okay...

 

I've hit quite few lows in my life and one thing that's always constant is that it all work out in the end. Things may not be how you want them to be but that's part of being human.


Anyways, it's 3 in the morning and I feel like some fucking Cannibal Corpse!

[video=youtube;aF0yNmaG5zM]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aF0yNmaG5zM[/video]

 

Will do so one day.

 

Cockroaches, mosquitoes and heat waves.

Man, I'm trying to enjoy my last free summer before I enter college but all of the above are ruining it. :/

 

Ya know what? Maths is the worst thing to happen to the human race. Ever.

 

Nope, that sounds about right. And college is fun!

You know, I've seen some great amateur porn out of Croatia.

 

Well I'm not proud of many Croatian things, so yay!

EDIT: WHAT THE FUCK? 5,008? WHEN?

 

My nightmare has just arrived. Damn.

 

This Wrestlemania is brilliant so far

That was one of the best Wrestlemanias in years. The Undertaker match and the ending of that match really killed the mood though

 

second sentence contradicts first.

 

Undertaker lost :/

 

God, masturbating with a sprained ankle sucks when the muscles in your feet spasm for a couple seconds after.

 

Tomorrow! Sickest shkw of the year! Theres no way anyone is gonna beat this lineup! So pumped!

 

The House of Cards soundtrack is perfect for studying.

 

I've found the perfect EQ settings in Winamp for my Audio-Technica ATH-M50's; it's fucking glorious.

 

Returning to swimming. Gotta keep fit.

 

Does anyone else ever have trouble connecting to reality? Its a weird question I know, but it bugs me and I've never really said anything about it (other than in my writings). Like sometimes I'll be in a day dream and it will feel so real when I come to I have trouble discerning reality and day dream. And I constantly feel like the other people around me don't actually exist. Almost like their living cardboard cutouts. Like I have to remind myself not to act like I'm alone when I'm in public because I have this overwhelming sense that people are just figments of my imagination. I wonder if people even continue existing when they're not around me. Is this weird? It feels weird.

 

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