Chemistry? Fuck, I was never really good at it.
I wanted to build stuff, fix stuff, make things work and go fast. I wanted to knwo how things worked, then see it for myself. I guess that’s what you call wanting to be an engineer. Reality check: I’m doing fucking chemistry.
Exploding Sardine Tuesday
Well, that started off with a bang (literally). Another day off school, not another day off work though. Everybody’s just tired from yesterday. All the thinking, walking, travelling, crying and feeling. But just don’t walk away from me.
Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I’m out here on the other...– Famous Last Words, My Chemical Romance
Stairwell Lovers, Paper Failures.
Guess I really do need my rest, I couldn’t remember half of what I studied. Last minute studies never work, especially not at that magnitude. Time to move on and hopefully score the next few. Tell me your secrets And ask me your questions Oh, let’s go back to the start.
And you can never force someone to disappear from...
God save us.
Crash and Burn, Young and Loaded.
Talking about it last night, I’m not given child; I’m a provided. I’m “forced” to manage that whatever little I get a week, with an empty bank account more than often. I had my own personal acount from just $40 to start out with. Everything else I need/want is by request and documentation, pretty bureaucratic. I don’t have anything against it, I’m...
To be a better man.
Good morning music.
Another twist to the end of the week, and i’m comfortable.
Late for school, work’s undone and i’m really exhausted.
Motherfucker(s) I'm awesome.
Tuesday is over so fuck the Bermuda Triangle kids who brought down the class reputation, flared up the class’ anger and did slipshod piece of “work”. Fuck you all.