March 17, 2005

• "It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum." A couple more days and I've
  gotta march my way up to OCAD, armed and ready for another interview.
  It turns out even mediocre students can get into any school as long as
  they're as ferocious as a bull and armed with alot of shit to dish out;
  hot, fresh, and smoking with steam. (Otherwise known as bullshit.)
  Gotta over exaggerrate, over emphasize, and fucking slaughter them to
  death. There's a big difference between poking a twig through a
  marshmellow and timidly toasting it over a matchstick to impaling a
  live boar with a spear, then going pyro with a flame thrower. Actually, I
  have no idea how that figure of speech ties into anything.

  EDIT: Fuck, I'm nervous. It feels like there's a bomb ticking away in
  my head and it's going to expload any minute while little parasites
  swarm around and slowly nibble away at my brain. Something tells me
  it's
  going to get worse and I'm going to have a nervous breakdown, trembling
  towards the earth and yelling at ethereal figures which don't really
  exist. Before you know it I'm throwing knives through the kitchen
  window at pedestrians walking their dogs and yelling, "Jesus loves you
  bastards, die!" Then at the end of the day I get a free ride to the
  mental hospital where I get to wear a new jacket, it's called a
  straightjacket, probably because only straight people are allowed to
  wear them. I'm so fashionable.

  • 12:55 pm
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