San Diego's 33 prez

Its going on 2 years and im speeding towards my net hoop that life is making me jump through.
Ive paid my debt of CCC and now I want to move on and get the hell out of the system thats is merely an extension of High School, i want the real deal, a 4 year college or University.
I have no idea if my path goes on in San Diego or if it curves else where?
thats where im at right now
San Diego State
Truman
or all the way back UNL

SD with all its bullshit and rules, oh how they are so high compared to any other school in the country, early deadlines, certain classes checked off by this date and not that later date, thansk counselor. thanks a flowery bunches ya bitch.

hey theres more blame so ill take that shell aginst my flesh, ya i could have doen more, but whos that picky, and why does it matter?

so the fractions are stacking against me on this sunny shore line

what about the wintery log cabin wiht friends, ya friends, what are those?
i havent had any in a while, so im losing my contact wiht humanity and im slipping in who the hell knows.
its jsut a place i dont want to be.

if i go to the 33 presidents house of operations i think ill be happier, pretty sure. have a clsoer quarters with humans so there will be oppertunity to talk and meat.
they have my majors but can i get in to such a high endowed school, will it take a 20 something white boy from cali crawling back to the place he knew so well, why did i leave runs through my mind like flashcards and in the end i had too.

i dont knwo what im doing anymore, im a shell adn im being run like the grab machine at the arcade.

i want to be back in my own body, exp life and go out every night, and still get through school wiht others trying to do the same thing, i am tired of doing it all alone, will i make my brotheres mistake or will i find the key to my brothers happiness.

god i hope its the secodn one, im tired of it out here, there are no white vans to jump into, always a 420 party going on and thats all i hear about. do they do anything else, prob not. its legit out here

hell maybe i should jsut conform and lose myself in the smoke and see my future unclear and laugh it all away, spill out my money like the organs in my body.

whats money?

the thing we all chase for, greed, sin 1, its in all of us. is it to not worry about it, pile a little debt pay it off later, work my ass off every summer, seems like a fair deal, the one Truman asked congress for, how ironic

im truman asking my congress, i need to cabnet for some help before i address em of course.

live in the moment
i fail in this msot days
i play games, and live through them
i write of others, and about life unedited
i fail to truley acknowledge the other billion people on this planet, whens that change coming, we voted for it so where is it

a comm major afraid to talk
a communicative disorder major, afraid to talk

which makes more cents?