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School is terrorizing, not a day after finals and I was already dreading my report card.
I couldn't even look into the new semester with optimism as my misguided teachers gave me
that confused cold look of helplessness. Yes, you are a teacher. Yes, you do have control over that
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In other news, we are approaching my annual gift giving ritual month where absolutely no gifts are bestowed
upon me and I am either prodded or force to sign up for yet another job where I don't work enough hours
to make the holes in my pockets any smaller.

In other's other news, Pan's Labrynth was a wonderful and imaginative movie. So imaginative, I didn't even listen
to my American ignorance complaining that the whole damn movie was in classic Spanish.

Time to go to Hell

"when people go in circles..."

D   umb teachers that can’t teach and grade even stricter because of it
E   dification from my aunt on the mood cycles of my parents and how I will be stuck with them until I turn 18
C   atastrophe that my parents create returning from Chicago, saying the house is only clean in my parallel universe
E    ating my heart out at Jimmy Johns after my parents tell me they are going to make me quit my band and stop seeing Kat if I don’t pull up my grades
M   aking the best out of a boring Saturday, while craftily managing not to resort to homework
B   ouleversement, the repeating cycle of my parent’s blaming and shouting at me
E   ternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, twice
R   emembering times when my family was disconnected, the reason why I didn’t know what aunt or uncle meant because of my isolation from them
I    nitiating a long term project, a novel/ballad with accompaniment about a dead beat bohemian touring across America
S   taring at the receipts in my pocket, realizing the reason why I’m poor (And the costly unofficial transactions that didn’t require receipts)
T   aking a moment to relax and wondering if my guitar and piano would get me through life unscathed by monetary dependency
S   inging Colin Meloy’s lyrics loudly with a sold out crowd at the riveria, swaying in the glow of the red lanterns on stage.  Realizing that the day had just been saved, the reason why I still have faith in the whimsical structure of my life.



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