A question I've been asking myself a lot recently, about a lot of things and people. All this introspection and outrospection is in due cause of Saturday's upcoming events: graduation. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited as hell to be leaving an institution (admittedly running headlong into another one), but the massive change is enough to get anyone thinking. Anyone of my mental capacities anyway. I don't know; maybe I'm not as ecstatic to say, "So long, suckers!" and run screaming away from the people with whom I've spent four long, arduous years.
Don't ask me. I'm just a kid. A legal adult, but still just a kid. Aren't we all, though, just trying to figure all this shit out. Maybe I'm naive or maybe I'm pretentious, but I'm working on knowing. Call me if you've got answers. I'm an endless pit of questions that beg definition.
"Hell yeah, I'm from Africa!"
"You can't stop people wearing wedding rings anymore than you can... well, I guess you can stop naked lesbians."
"She's the herald of doom... with a smile!"
"My dick is always out of commission."
"Matt, no giving other guys' girlfriends lapdances. Oh, hey, Mr. Gavin!"
"It's all about the elephants, Mr. Zatkin."
"If you're turning 18
and you're a bit of a queen,
then eat. a. banana!"
"If you're turning 26
and you like big... marshmallows
then eat. a. banana!"
"Cloverfield was a banana!"
"I know why you're so sad! You haven't had sex yet!... Sex class..."
"Jezebel... how can I forget?"
"Lions are not aerodynamic. Better gel that shit down."
And finally, some words of wisdom.
Mr. Gavin's Guide to College Success
Class: "Just go to it. It'll help."
Cocaine: "You will fail. End of story."
Condoms: "If you're watching tv, and oh! there's a penis! USE CONDOMS!"
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