Tone

This isn't all about tone

It's all about me feeling unproductive and needing to do something before bed :]

That smile,":]", doesn't describe me right now, yet it isn't ironic. It is only a filler.

So I guess I'll begin with a story. Trying to get blood to flow.

I don't really have a story, but I notice that people generally like to stick to the same group of people when then hangout, but I really like to jump around and hang with different people different days.
So I really like hearing different people seeing different perspective and all that, but almost every group of people always mentions my voice and what I say. "Why do you talk lie that?... where do you get these ideas...What the fuck is this even coming from"
Dude I guess I just say what i think, I mean obviously I don't say everything, but I'm very open. I just have to wonder is it better to blend in or be myself.
I've always though obviously being myself is better, but does being so open encroach on other's happieness?

I guess that was a bit melodramatic. but I need to get the idea out of my system.
Really people are great and nice here and I have been having a really good time:)

I realized the fried food is like pop music. simple and really easy to like, but if you have too much you get sick of it

Why do I even write this.......... for myself, I guess
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahggggggggggggs

Signed Mr. Pasta and the Sause

PS: My grandma is a writer and when I write I wonder if she get in a "zone" or "stream of thought" in the way I do. Maybe it's genetic... except she cares about spelling and grammar (Thank god for spell check).... and making good literature.

Northeaster, Boston, New stuff, New life

     7:20 never felt earlier than it did this morning.
I've been having classes since last Wed (which are pretty good, if you were going to ask) and I have 8am classes every Mon,WedandThursday.
     
      Even when I've been going to sleep at a reasonable hour waking up is kinda like. fuck.... not FUCKKKK but  fuck, I'm really tired and I have a few minutes let me just sleep (but then I imagine waking up in a panic and its 8:10! I jump off my lofted bed grab my bag, jump out the window of the fourth floor with an awful landing and then sprint across campus{almost get hit by a car} and I'll worry I'm looking like a maniac. then I get into class and it's like a bad dream in a dumb teenage movie. I try to quietly sneak into the classroom but the professor calls me out and the entire class glares at me is a way that says "look at this kid, what an IDIOT" and then the professor says in a thick Indian accent "class, this is the example of the worst student you can be. Look he's so dumb he didn" even comb his hair" then everyone laughs, "and! He's Naked!") yeah one of those kinda dreams.

    Really though I've been getting to all of my classes on time don't worry. Also I think I rocked my calc test this morning.
    So, my chem class is probs the boringest
    Calc is ok, early but It keeps me on my feet
    I like my engineering design clas we learn how to use AutoCAD and SolidWorks and the professors good (Also we were learnign about the Wright brothers, holy shit! They were fucking bicycle mechanics who didn't go to college and then they were really creative and methodic and they fucking invented the airplane!)
    Then, my Pop music, Sexuallity and Globalization class is really interesting (Music Impreialism, interesting stuff)

Boston is pretty awesome place! There is aways stuff going on, and It's a lot cleaner then NYC haha. But the NYC subway is oipen 24 7 (the T closes down at 12:30 {the Boston version of the subway})
Yeah, there are a few festivals going on this Saturday, should be fun.



Soooo Ryerson, How is Senior year?


Ps: Hi grandma, how are you






Did anyone notice most of this blog was in parentheses?

Signed Mr. Pasta  (probs shoulda profff read this)