09.02.01 - 8:53 p.m. - i'm a lumberjack and i'm okay

alright, i walked around by myself like i said i would.

and i guess walking around is the best time to do thinking, because thoughts just don't stop comin like whipped cream on a stripper's ass (sorry, that's the first analogy i thought of, heh).

i wondered too much about how self-interested everyone is. not even consciously. sorta like how you can tell someone a story, and of course it's your view that you give the most credit. always. i hate it.

and i'm not sure how my train of thought led to this, but it reminded me of how i have to do 40 hours of volunteerwork to graduate from highschool. what the fuck is that? i'm not complaining about the volunteering, it's the hypocrisy of the "mandatory volunteering" that bugs me.

oh, and note to self:

ask the girl out tomorrow. might as well do it before school starts in two days.

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