Another Lovely day on the way to drivers ed, sitting in the back of a bus with 14 other people where only 8 can fit, and Rush Limbaugh blaring on the radio. I have to say, that if it was any warmer, I would have been in hell. Rush Limbaugh? The devil. God? Forget him. Jesus? Dead.

Fahrenheit 9/11 kicked ass. I wish it had focused more on the false motives that led to the war in Iraq, but hey, its all good.

Music update: I was listening to the Bundu Boys after Andrew left on Friday, and I got to thinking...The world would be a better place if Americans listen to world music. American music is always about an image, a philosophy, a motive, a feeling. But world music is not like that. World music is about music. I like songs with a political message in em, but still; I like to just sit back and not give a shit every once in a while. People are way to serious about things in this world. And no, world hunger and war are not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about vanity and society: people are to self conscious and AFRAID that they'll fuck up in life. Why do you think we have so much more homework as students now then our parents did 30-40 years ago. They say we have to work harder, cause the world is more competitive now then it was before. But that's because people don't sit back and say, "Hey! Hey....."

Today with live two lives:
One in the present, and one in the future. People are pressured into living in the future, by being forced to do hard work now, so that you'll do better in the future. But what happens when that future gets here? Then you need to talk about your 401k plan, how to invest for your retirement. And what about when that future gets here, your retirement? Then you think about your death, how your family is going to support itself, your will. And then that future arrives. What are you gonna plan after that? Nothing. To bad you realized on your death bed that instead of living in the future you could have spent your time in the present. Cared for your family. Had fun with your friends. Loitered in the time you had, the time that never felt like it would run out. Haven't people realized? 80 years is a long fucking time.

But what happens when you do live in the present only? Well fucking look at me: 3 pills a day, a visit to the therapist once a week, a trip to the psychiatrist quarterly, and a piece of shit high school.
And I wouldn't give that shit up for anything. So what if you get hell for you decisions. Live in the present. Fuck the stiff. Lets TANGO!