Always, things start out well.
You start to think about how things'll turn out in the end.
You picture scenarios in your mind,
good ones,
bad ones, but coupled with seemingly perfect solutions.
You think, this is it.
It's gonna be the coolest thing that's gonna happen.
Going to bed with such high hopes,
setting for yourself a target.

When day arrives, waking up from that deep slumber,
you think that whatever you thought about last night was crap,
and starts to scrape off the plan.

Urgh whatever.

2nd bookout.
Still blabbering about army stuff.
Srsly there's nothing to talk about besides that.

And my subwoofer boomed and burnt out.
Now my speakers have no bass.
C-U-I.

Bookin's gna be field camp. Hopefully it'll turn out great, though theres a 101% chance that it won't be.

Halfway through BMT.
Pull through, pull through.

And seriously I have to stop daydreaming.
It's using too much of my idle brain.
I'd rather remain idle.
Straining.

Weather's been horrible.
Just by holding a thermometer in the air shows a temperature HIGHER than
36.9
Everyone's cooked.

Mosquito bites all over my legs.
Sleeping topless every night but no bites on my body.
There's like 20+ on each leg.
I don't get it.

Realize, Real lies, Real eyes.
totally different meanings.
damn cool.

My brain's so shagged it's thinking in point form.
How convenient.

Ciao.  ¶ 00:59