FOLLOWING:
:: thisisjustin ::This idea is amazing: I have been watching this for a little while and it’s great. They review/rip Common’s “Universal Mind Control” and have mixed results on Bon Iver. As usual Joe is hard to please. It’s called, Breakfast at Sulimay’s and should be enjoyed by all.
dying of laughter here, by the way
Its a weird feeling to think you’re being completely unproductive during the day, until you realize that there is really nothing productive that you need to do. You can always make up things that are for the greater good, but if I have no immediate must-do’s, why would I want to do anything? During the semester there is ALWAYS, always something that I should be doing because I need to be doing it. Today was certainly far from the case.
Nevertheless, I need to find a better way to spend my days off. I am far too much of a socialite to be living in solitude for the summer. My new goal in the summer is to have as little tumblr entries as possible, meaning fill my day with no oppurtunity to dick around the internet.
Tumblr: 1 - Goal for the summer: 0
Ok, so here it is. My first mega blazed Tumblr post. I’m zonin extra hard to the “Unseen” by Quasimoto aka. Madlib tha Beat Konducta. Tonight was a good night, real happy to have summer finally here.
“Schemes and dreams to get the dollas from..them niggas actin dumb always gettin done…its up and down like a nigga flippin switches…yall gotta watch out for them money hungry bitches…”
Life is good in summer 09, whaddup in that chiefin zone boss
Well, I know summer is here because I am sitting around completely unsure of what I want to do. I am still in school mode, so I have no ability to cope with having jack shit to do.
Im going to start by cleaning up my room. I gotta do some laundry too because I have no clothes. Can’t really do anything until after Tuesday when I make my last Bonnaroo payment, then I’ll be home free. No more breaking the bank with $50 payment plan transactions anymore.
I would like to find out who is staying down here, but part of me doesn’t really care. It’s weird. There’s always that one person, or group of people, that you chill with because they seem to always be around and when your friends are gone you find yourself calling this person to chill. Thats weird.
Book for the summer: I’m trying to finish Art & Physics.
Expected high point of the summer: Bonnaroo, no question asked. Ironic because it will literally be the high point in more ways than one.
low point of the summer: This math assessment that I have to take at Parkland on Monday. Haven’t taken a math class since my junior year of high school. nuff said.
tumblrity sucks as usual
Tumblr has added a statistical application allowing me to see my “tumblrity”. I’m a zero. SUPER. It also has found a way to call out all the people who are reblog whores. got they ass.
I am proud about my pie chart comparing my actual posts to reblog posts. It is very good in favor of actual posts. tumblr is telling me to keep it up.
I can predict a mass competition of tumblr addicts trying to make the top 50, 000 bloggers. Can’t wait for this to start…..sike. “I’m going to try and make my blog as pretentious, as unsupported, as outspoken, as emo, as fashionbloggy, as hipster DJ wannabe as I possibly can, then people will love me”
The people I’m following have good blogs, so I’m pretty content with reading the 24 I’m following at the moment. Im sure more will come but, I’m in no rush to be the next Lebron of the tumblr world.
Why do I need help from Flying Lotus in order to listen to a Weezy track?
This remix goes so hard. Shit, i’m goin hard listening to it
He a beast he a dog he a muddafuggin problem ok youz a goon whats a goon to a goblin
After a conversation I just had with a friend, it occured to me how much i enjoy sleep, despite the fact that I rarely get enough of it. Sleep is a most glorious period, whether it happens in bed, in a class, at work, whatever. No feeling can match the feeling of not wanting to get out of bed, and I will argue that to the grave (ironically, I’m preparing for my time in the grave to be the most incredible slumber my simple mind could ever imagine, however, that sleep can wait for when it is my time)
When you think about it, many of the best things in life lead to sleep. Excercise, sex, drinking, marijuana and most other drugs, learning, and being in the sun are all things that lead to some great ZZZ’s. In fact, unlike most guys, in an ideal world I would happily cut out the middle man during sex (no awkward homoerotic pun intended), forgoe the climax and just go straight to sleep. “Sorry baby, its something you’ll never understand. I love your company, but I just love sleep so goddamn much more.” Imagine being able to summon “after-sex”-caliber sleep without needing to have sex or rub it out!! That would be quite the ability.
Dont get the idea that I dont enjoy sex, but the truth is I prefer sleep. Sleep is something we will ALWAYS have, and it will be something we can always look forward to. We can leave this Earth and walk lands that have been constructed piece by piece, region by region, with little more than memories and figments of our imagination. We can propel ourselves into the future as we see it, just as well as we can slingshot ourselves into the past, using our experiences in combination with stories told by our elders as reference to how our psychovirtual-dreamworldly past appears. We dont need masks or makeup to become people we’ve wanted to be, or, in nightmares, might despise being. We can have completely random jumbles of time and space, reason and sense, yielding dreams that we for whatever reason are grossly unable to understand, and we even take those instances to be early warnings for future events in our conscious lives. go figure. all that happens during a simple recommended 6-8 hours a night. No one will ever need to recommend sleep to me. I’ll get it one way or the other, one place or the next.
Childhood: Reloaded
