A/N: This is crap. But I figured, what the hell.

Random Thoughts on School and Murder

Sometimes I think way too damn much. Seriously, there isn't a day that goes by where I don't have some deep, profound, Oh-my-God-that's-abso-fucking-lutely-brilliant thought. But half the time it ends up being horse shit. Pure and simple crap.

Yet I keep doing it. Thinking. With the hopes that one day, maybe I WILL have that fucking awesome thought, and I'll actually feel like I accomplished something for once in my Godforsaken life.

Yeah, I know, I know. I whine a lot. But I guess I feel like I have to because everyone I know is some genius that got straight A's in high school and is maintaining a fucking 3.7 in college. And I guess I don't feel as smart as they are. That's my problem. I know grades aren't everything – they don't mean shit if you're being held up at gunpoint. I mean, if the guy's like, "Give me all your money or I'll blow your fucking head off!" and you tell him, "But I got a 32 on my ACT!" he's not going to put the gun down and say, "Oh, hey, nice job. I think I'll find someone that got a 24" (like me) "and blow their head off instead." No, he'll still blow your fucking head off. And then he'll laugh. Because he killed someone that got better grades than he did in school.

So, hey, I've come to the conclusion that it's better NOT to get straight A's in school, just for that reason. After all, nobody likes to be laughed at, and it'd be even worse if you were dead.