Overpriced bullshit.

So I can buy drugs a new bike.

http://shop.ebay.com/merchant/ue_thai_W0QQ_nkwZQQ_armrsZ1QQ_fromZQQ_mdoZ

Haha. Yes.

Thyme for a new bike.

300 dollar-ish range, fixed, good.

recommendations?

I've had a really great past couple of days. I kind of feel like I'm changing some things, and whether or not I really am is subjective, but it's a good feeling so I'm feeling pretty damn good. Only a few weeks left of school, and I'm really ready for summer to be here. Ashley and I started writing a list of things to do and places to go this summer. We may even go somewhere for a day as soon as next weekend. I don't know. The thought of not being in Orlando, even for a day, seems very enticing. My brain has been all over the place, caught up in all types of thoughts that should and shouldn't be present. I got a new Last.Fm account, because my old one had a lot of stuff back back from freshman year that I don't really listen to anymore. Hell, Leftover Crack was my top played artist and I haven't listened to them in years. Anyways, you can peep that shit at last.fm/user/paranoiasecured. I decided that I really like Green Day - and this has nothing to do with them releasing a terrible new song. Am I still cool? No. My taste in music has lately revolved around a lot of fast hardcore/powerviolence and pop punk - Ceremony, Weekend Nachos, Trash Talk, Green Day, Chixdiggit!, The Ergs, Black Flag, Pulling Teeth, to name a few bands. Change, in general, seems prominent lately. But that's okay, as it's quite welcome. I've also recently made a pledge to myself to only buy used clothes and such - to save money and less support big shitty corporations. Seems like a logical idea to me. Anyways, it's morning, and I'm only on my first cup of coffee, so I've got a lot more to take care of.

Until next time.

Nothing.

This is how I feel summed up in 182 words.
I can’t begin to explain the high level of anxiety that comes with doing nothing.
The pacing, the thinking, the lack of creativity flowing.
The need to interact with others is simply useless right now.
I know I can’t. I’ll try anyways.
I wish I had hundreds of sleeping pills so I could sleep hundreds of hours
And then wake up to…
Who knows.
Maybe I’ll just sleep.
And dream.
Dream about doing something
Something that’s not going to drive me insane
Because reality has possibly reached that point about now
Yes, yes, yes. Confinement tugs the ropes of human lust.
To create, to wonder, to create things to be wondered about.
When there is nothing to do but do nothing then doing nothing creates something.
I’m eating my weight in TV dinners and wasting my time on seconds.
I’m writing on walls.
I don’t pick up my phone.
Someone may be knocking at my door.
I don’t.
Care.
Get me out of here.

Perhaps?

Not really sure what I’m doing
But I’ve always got a fresh pot brewing
I think I might be crazy but you already knew that
It’s not my fault I’m a bit confused
Perhaps I just need to be put to better use
Fuck it, who gives a shit anyways.

Two Brown Men.

The poster behind us read "BEWARE".