Mood=Death

I hate going to class. Sure the rest of time is fun but god, one more dumb fuck class and I might kill soemone. Got drunk friday and stumbled around pittsburgh. Saturday watched A friend get tipsey, and tonight, watched The Drunken Master with Jackie Chan. Fucking hate this place. I know I say that alot and things might not be better anywhere else but, that can't get any worse. Chip if you read this i feel ya. That's why we're similar. You can't feel because your emotionally dead while I feel but chose not to care. Believe me, it's better when you can't feel. Feeling are over-rated. If I were to die tommorow my only regret now would be that I didn't pick up and leave and say the fuck with this place. I also don't see why people expect stuff out of me when all I do is try to get around and expectations. Honestly if I cared I would stop smoking, stop drinking, study, try on tests,and maybe give a damn about something. It dosen't matter any more. Everthing you do you will fail at to some extent. Things never work out right. Why bother trying. If you dont try you can't fail, the only down side is not achieving. So, I still choose to not try.