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alex left for the summer today, and i have more papers to write before tonight’s fun. overall i feel a bit tired and down. anna can’t make it tonight and that sorta saps a bit out of the night but i’m looking forward to making it to a sorta pad related event featuring graduated folks.

there is an empty parking spot in front of the apartment, but a four to five year old convertable white bmw keeps coming in and out of it. i am tempted to place my temporary no parking side in front of it.

maybe the week home will refresh.

needed to escape from paper writing for a second.

Young Money
Ya Dig

A millionaire, I’m a young money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career this isn’t fair
I’m a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet
In my mind ’cause I don’t write shit, ’cause I ain’t got time
’cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa
Got the Maserati dancin’ on the bridge pussy poppin’
Tell the coppers hahahaha you can’t catch ‘em, you can’t stop ‘em
I go by them goon rules if you can’t beat ‘em then you pop ‘em
You can’t man ‘em then you mop ‘em,
You can’t stand ‘em then you drop ‘em,
You pop ‘em ’cause we pop ‘em like Orville Redenbacher!!
Motherfucker I’m ill

A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair
With coke in the derriere
Like smoking the thinest air
I open the Lamborghini
hopin’ them crackers see me
Like look at that bastard weezy
He’s a beast, he’s a dog, he’s a motherfucking problem
OK, you’re a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin?
Nothing, nothing — you ain’t scarin’ nothing
On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman
Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it’s private, damn I hate a shy bitch
Don’t you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain’t shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
hahahaha, yeah, nigga that’s my bitch
So when she ask for the money, when you through don’t be surprised bitch
It ain’t trickin’ if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain’t got shit
Motherfucker I’m ill, not sick
And I’m OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick
IM It!
Motherfucker I’m Ill!

Yeah
See..
They say I’m rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that?
Who that say they’re gonna beat Lil’ Wayne
My name ain’t BIC, but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy?
You all knew that
True that swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don’t owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Ha ha, and I’d rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
Ha, Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
don’t play in the garden and don’t smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many bitches like I’m Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain’t shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it’s pouting
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch
I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
Don’t you compare me ’cause there ain’t nobody near me
They don’t see me, but they hear me
They don’t feel me, but they fear me.
I’m illie
C3
3 Peat

although this is starting a little late, this shall hopefully be the regimen for the next few days:

wake.

coffee made from coffee press (unless if this fails today).

morning study / review.

class.

lunch.

studying.

gym.

pad activity.

review.

sleep.

hopefully this will allow me to make up for my failures as a student and complete two iranian projects, four essays, and two final papers.

so i actually wrote out a pretty long post on the ipod but lost internet without knowing and those words are now lost somewhere between my ipod and the internet. since there is no time now and too much to think about writing, here are someone else’s words:

‘Let’s act like sphinxes, however falsely, until we reach the point of no longer knowing who we are; for we are, in fact, false sphinxes, with no idea of what we are in reality. The only way to be in agreement with life is to disagree with ourselves. Absurdity is divine. Let’s develop theories, patiently and honestly thinking them out, in order to promptly act against them- acting and justifying our actions with new theories that condemn them. Let’s cut a path in life and then go immediately against that path. Let’s adopt all the poses and gestures of something we aren’t and don’t wish to be, and don’t even wish to be taken for being.Let’s buy books so as not to read them; let’s go to concerts without caring to hear the music or to see who’s there; let’s take long walks because we’re sick of walking; and let’s spend whole days in the country, just because it bores us.’

Bernardo Soares, The Book of Disquiet , p.27

debating whether or not to stick to new trend of journaling in moleskine, then scanning the pages and posting them instead of retypes. seems as though this could not only assist in the practice of manuscripting and time-saving, but also might incite a more visual form of diary keeping.

thoughts?