fuck the AM spectrum on the day. no really, completely fuck it. the only good reason to be awake right now is to be up through the AM hours, not wake up in them. well, i suppose waking up in the double digit AM hours is ok, but fuck those single digit bastards. its all the dreaded school’s fault i say. fucking 9am classes(if you cant tell im biter and tierd right now)
in other news, i have this weeks strips finished, just have to letter them, w00t for me. and i finished a watercolour painting last night, ill scan it when i get home from school and post it, dont you worry your pretty little head.
why does talking with Trista always make me smile? i dont know, but im not fighting it. damn her and living in billings. damn me for being a silly silly boy, boi even if you want to go that route and be trendy about it.
i leave you with some lyrics by MC Chris from a song called GEEK. read them, they are wonderful.
geek (lyrics by c. ward, music by j. fewell)
chorus – stop pickin on me, because I’m a geek, I’m strange to you, you’re strange to me,
well, one of these days, I’m gonna pack heat, you’re brains on the wall, my face on tv.
they dissipate the pungent odor of a power holder. sand kickers comin’ sixty clicks upon
the sonar. they’re gonna fold me over like a trapper keeper folder. if this was d&d, you’d
see me jump into a portal. I’m a geek, spelled G double E K. I meet my boys in the basement
about every day. a card table, comic books and cans of coke that we blow out of our nose
after a star wars joke. we got style: tape on our glasses, zits on our faces and hair on
our asses. shiny shoes, belt buckles and pocket protectors, tricked out back packs like my
main man venkman’s. we got problems, namely the jocks: the SUV suckers with class rings
on their cocks. otherwise known as the motherfuckers touchin the tit. if I was wolverine,
you’d hear my knuckles go, snikt. I’m not perfect, the before picture of peter parker,
always trip and drop my tray in front of the girl that always sparkles. I got brains,
fuck b’s and c’s, I got a grade point average higher than hendrix on new year’s eve.
don’t fuck with a geek, just cuz he got a gift. you get in my way bitch you get a vulcan
neck pinch. one night I didn’t go to sleep, up playin’ risk. at dawn, I won, got global
dominance, but it in the hallway it’s completely different shit. can’t get my locker open
and my pants are always split. can’t seem to catch a ride, can’t ever get a date, but in
my mind 7 of 9 thinks I’m great. prom night bites, primadonnas prevail. I’m at home
reciting lines from the holy grail. stuffed nose, and some swollen glands, never been
kissed, never been holding hands, just bust my biscuits over britney in a bubble bath.
darth vader with inhalers in case my lungs collapse. the dragon died from heart attack,
you may advance and yo, I upped your armor class. being a geek it aint so bad, I can’t
get laid, I got japanime stashed, and a mind jam packed with sci fi facts. dreadknocks
rock, dinobots kick ass.