Refer to Label: FUCK.

I just have this feeling that a lot of people are going to change one or two paragraphs of their original draft and then just hand it in for revision. I'm not even gonna get that far, i still have gut rot from drinking last night, and I enjoyed spending time with my family today. Turns out on Easter we actually all got along instead of the usual alcohol influenced anger that my father brings upon us.

So you know what, Fuck It. I'm not going to class tomorrow, and I am not going to the fucking Brewer game. I don't give two flying shits about that, especially after the anger that sports summon within my father.

Friday in class Adam asked us to get into groups and talk about something, I don't remember what. Probably presentation choices or something, maybe it was Wednesday, whatever. Everyone in the group was like yeah, I haven't even touched my paper since we had to hand it in. So I just have this feeling that the same shit is going to get handed in for the second time. Why bother, I know what I have to do. I have all these great ideas and intentions of where to go with my paper, just need to sit down and force them to come out of myself. In reality the due date for this paper is whenever the last day of class is, even though it is smart to progressively work on it for revision, teacher check ups, whatever. I just know that a lot of people are probably going to hand in the same shit that they handed in before. I am not going to wake up at 3am to do English again, I've done that way too many times already this semester, "because i'm a procrastinating piece of shit," so fuck it, my tolerance for caring this semester was thrown out the window driving down a country back road at 2 in the morning half in the bag, or something.

So I stepped outside tonight, smelled the fresh spring air. Smelled great, not as crisp as the fall time, but better than that winter shit. I'm at my parents house, in the country. We got like 60 some acres of forested land that we use, even though we only own 20 of it. The country is awesome, I love that I can do whatever the hell I want to out here. Which includes going screamin' across the lawn on my atv or unloading my shotgun at something in the yard that's pissing me off... without authority interference. I can sit out here and drink in my backyard without anyone watching me or wondering what the hell I'm doing. Awesome, I hate peeping toms. I love that when I drive around here the roads aren't complete piles of shit, they are smooth, even, comfortable, unlike in Milwaukee county, where every fucking road is all cracked, battered, and torn.. plus a mess of that black pothole filler shit that just makes it more uneven half the time. My shitty Dodge's struts and ball joints take some abuse from the pile of shit roads that I am forced to encounter. Whatever. I love that every time I drive around the country every other vehicle on the road is a truck, the majority of which are diesels now, gotta love the smell of diesel exhaust. Yeah, you probably think I'm fucking weird but you didn't grow up in the country like me. Shit's a lot simpler here.

I rent an apartment in Greenfield with my sister right now. That's a fucking disaster. The tenants that live above us are up some crazy hours of the night, always playing some crazy fucking Indian rap or techno shit. Drives me up the wall. Fuck, last Friday I was awoken to someone jumping in the room above mine at 1:30am. Can't even explain how fucking happy that made this guy. I can't even sleep at that place, between the stresses of school, work, and other bullshit. Whenever I go on campus, a lot of things just tweak me out and surprise the shit out of me. All of the people there, it's completely opposite from the void I have been so long accustomed to, the void that makes me feel comfortable. I feel like I am trapped inside of stuffed elevator, claustrophobic... whenever I set foot on campus grounds. It's kind of ironic, when I am around a whole bunch of people in the big city that I feel claustrophobic and alone, but when I am out in the barren country everything makes sense.
Just can't wait to grind through the next 6 weeks and move back to my parents house. Even though I just have a lot of fifty to sixty hour work weeks to look forward to come summer, I will feel some sort of satisfaction that I finally be able to get out of the fucking city.
So yeah, take my aspect of it into prospective for all you city lovers. Some people just don't agree with it. My very blood boils upon entering Milwaukee traffic, and I don't know how some of you people do it. But props.