Samhainophobia

I graduated at the top 5 percent of my class, and now I have all summer to do nothing else except for work eight hours a day at a place where the customers are horrible and  I only make $6.50 an hour. This is a good reason for the new pictures going into my gallery... And $1000 in graduation money is a good reason for my deviantART subscription... We shall see how things go.

List the 1st line from the first 20 songs on your playlist that play at random: 1st: Five AM on the bathroom floor, from the night before, do you find me dreadful? 2nd: If I die and got to hell real soon, it will appear to me as this room. 3rd: One AM, the venue closes down, it's been a long day. 4th: Soma is what they would take when hard times opened their eyes; suffering in a new way. 5th: I'm standing here on the ground; the sky above won't fall down. 6th: As I read through the list, it made it seem easier, to make the choices made and seem halfway sane. 7th: Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only began to fall.

It's about the third week of summer down here (or up/over here (depending on your global positioning)), and I am two seconds away from ripping out my cerebral cortex and stomping on it (followed, then, by the rest of my brain)... If I must look at another integral, derivative, or limit... Honestly... All of the numbers are vanishing and their places are being taken by letters... Anyway... It's my own fault for taking Calculus... With that being said, I wish I was more literarily inclined... But, that aside, I think I'm going to submit some poetry and prose some time soon... So look out for it... That was the main purpose for this post.