Todayz been yet another day, one and the same, hardly changing...
we had this liar guy (Liar liar pants on fire...) come in, and man, he was pretty good in convincing us, though as it is,
i'm not 100% convinced as i bet is the whole psych class who tries to find any loop holes.
wish life cld pass much faster,
after wat Mau my psych teach said abt psychology...
6 years course and itz ur not able to practise yet or so i heard...
Butz.. i am intrigued by the idea of becoming a psych...
one step closer to being my ideal, serial kiler psychopath...



doing my lit essay, thatz due tmwz...
but reading it reallie got me thinking.
are we all fakers?
as it is, we arent too sensitive...and i must sae,
i aint the sharpest tool in the shed...
but, i try, and trying is always the hardest.
There is alwaz a part of Holden in all of us...
and tt kills me...
esp the part where he seems to get all agitated and stuff abt the Fuck you signs...
life isnt meant to be that bad...
all u have to do is put the old blinkers up, ya ol' horsey..
and then,
presto,
there are no longer any probs, no situations...
Its called selective observation....and yes,...
i dint notice you juz then when u raised ya third finger....




L went for a field camp,
and now i feel something missing.
is it the daily phone calls,
or the part where i make the effort to wait for the phone calls?
i really dunno...really.






We're all suckers for love,
suckers in life,....
suckers forever...