it’s 12am
and I haven’t begun to read Parts 3 and 4 of Crime and Punishment. and the test is tomorrow. And our teacher told us that we won’t do well if we use sparknotes. fuckkk. this is bad. gah. i hate life. and tomatoes. but not really, cuz i like tomatoes. i hate eggplant. wait no i dont, only sometimes, cuz sometimes i like egg plant parmesan. why is the sky blue? i learned this shit in 7th grade but i dont get it. why is that pen orange? why would i want an orange pen. dumb fucks. grr stupid rain. leprechauns! in mah pants with yu grill in the spaghetti sauce of bayonne with the sporks of doom! gahh im sorry for you poor fucks who have to read this shit. blame Mr. Iansito for teaching me what stream of conciousness is. it’s basically a point-of-view where what is written is exactly the thoughts going through the writer’s brain. which is why nothing i wrote made sense cuz i just wrote the first thing that popped into my mind. pickles! omg there was this girl on the maury show who was afraid of pickles. who’s the daddy? dumb bloomfield hoes. why is ****’s face orange. damn oompa loompa. alice in wonderland. i wonder what it would be like to do cocaine. im all ready so freaking weird, me on LSD would be so fucking hilarious. i’d prob ride a purple elephant while it ate a turtle that was eating a veloceraptopr in the phillipines of eurasia with a billy goat named tuscando florino. toucan sam! i hate fruit loops. loopy doopy in mah necktarine sandwich! do you think i can kicked out of the jewish religion for being a grammar nazi. i hope not cuz that would suck. turkey bananas fetus penis melanoma telephone lady gaga beyonce chris brown smack that ho miley cyrus dominatrix dayumm mami papi chulo oh aiight abdul in the pancreas of doom with lemonsicles.
