Lately I’ve been getting spammed a lot. I don’t know if that has anything to do with me or what, but I think it’s a great metaphor for what’s going on right now. It’s April. Oh, April…. only a month and a half before I can get out of this cinder-block palace we call East High. Waking up in the morning and doing the same tedious routine over and over again just feels like getting blocks of spam thrown at my face over and over and over again. Yes, I did steal the spam throwing idea from youtube. Whatcha gonna do about it?
Anyways. ACT tomorrow. SPAM! Test Monday. SPAM! Registering for summer classes. SPAM! Getting references for Elite team. SPAM! Working up the energy to perform a spring concert. SPAM! See, it’s all just a load of spam. It’s just endless tedium that has to do with some master plan involving college and getting a job. And all I want to do it sit around and watch Doctor Who all day long. I need summer. NOW!!!! At least in the summer all my spam is self picked.
It Friday, Friday, Gettin’ down on Fryeeeedaaaeeeyy….
I gotta get out of this prison cell, one day I’m gonna be free, Lord.
I’ve done my time I’m out of jail…. not for the life of me.
Spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam.