You're an idiot babe

Thursday morning by my count. Its a few minutes past midnight, and I'm not tired, so I decided to post. I wonder if I'm the only one keeping up with blogger for my journalism 102 class...or maybe I'm behind...I guess I'll never know unless I ask at the end of the semester.

I probably won't though, so wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhatever.

I'm not really affected by it...unless it really does reflect my grade. In which case I'm gonna write the shit out of this blog.

I think thats my new catch phrase: "I'm gonna (insert action here) the shit out of this (insert objective here)!"

For example:

Someone: Raymond, you need to read this book by tomorrow.
Me: I'm gonna read the shit out of that fucking book!

See, you can do it too...We're not ALL idiots.

However, "it's a wonder we can even feed ourselves."
-Bob Dylan

Well, so far for the newspaper, I'm gonna be writing an opinion piece on drinking just because its a holiday.
I'll post it later I suppose.


Well, since this blog is called inside my head; I'll put something on here from my train of thought.


"smiles in pictures...that have nothing to do with me

3 a.m. and tired

too busy for some books

oranges. simple.

not getting a note.

1300+ choices, and I am not interesting

2nd period English

how many cds?

moving the couches and cleaning the floors

you couldn't hear me; you were passed out

no more Sunday driving, damn

Oh, but people look well in the dark

we meet in the street, we catch eyes

just shy under 35 minutes long

lets go to Vegas

lets build a home

lets leave here


I can see it now. I can see that place so well. I can remember the couch. I can remember the talk. I can remember the cold. I can remember the smell...beautiful. I remember that speech so well...you had the whole human race pegged.


I leaned in on purpose."



more for later kids.



maybe someday



-Ray