I don’t know what I’m doing here. I just got up from a 2-hour sleep and went “It’s frickin’ hot. Fuck this shit, I’m going to McDonald’s in Emerald.” So maybe I do know why I’m here. I can’t sleep. Because it’s frickin’ hot at the apartment. Also, I blame a girl. It’s always about a girl, isn’t it?

At this hour, with little sleep, only random things can be blogged by my random brain. What does that even mean, “random brain”? Tss.

They’re playing Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus songs here. Beggars can’t be choosers.

I want a new name. Here’s a list of the names I’m considering:

Dr. Bloodfang McKickface
Laserwolf Deathplosion
Thunderfire Venomclaw
Bomber Satanblood
Hurricane Sharkpunch
Babyface Killswitch
Hellskull Gravetalon
Rocky St. Bazooka
Electroslash Supernova
Stabhammer Devilbone

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It’s the past. You just arrived in the university, scared and excited at the same time. I just left it, more scared than excited, facing what lies ahead. We are unaware that the other exists.

It’s the present. You’re about to graduate. I’m more excited than scared, hungry for the future. We’re getting to know each other a little too well. Yes, I do know it’s from a song, OK?!

It’s the future. We’re both scared and excited and happy. Nothing else exists.

It’s the past. We’re meeting for the very first time. I think you’re a snobbish high maintenance rich kid, you think I’m a rude fat alcoholic jerk.

It’s the present. You think I’m quite OK. I think you’re amazing.

It’s the future. We think the world of each other.

It’s the past. I call you Freak Show, you call me Scatterbrain.

It’s the present. You call me Cheesy, I call you Trouble.

It’s the future. We call each other everyday.

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