Coitus and Finals

As time goes on and we all begin to start that thing called life, we reflect and see what I would like to see as is truth. When do we finally become honest with ourselves? It was just this last year I realized that I was actually graduating from my California State University, and I sat back in my chair and replied very quietly to myself the one word that seemed more appropriate. Fuck. Now what? I can't stay so comfortably in school for the rest of my life, I'd be a dullard. What seems more appetizing is to get myself out in the world and work. Four letter fucking word. What does this have to do with finals? You might ask yourself? I'm getting to it so shut the fuck up and read, or not, I might not like you anymore to share my inner most thoughts in blog form, just like many assholes out there. It goes without saying that there are plenty of other blogs that may seem more suiting for you. Now you've pissed me off. Go get aids.
OK, this week are the finals week. As many people in the good o'd USSA, United Soviet States of America. We all look to our future, in hope that we do a job that is just adequate enough to get that C or B. As we peer over to the person next to you to see how far they are in the test, states your "smarts." Time trials aren't always proper, nor are they not. I just finished one test and I zoomed passed everyone like a fucking monkey on speed. Yes, monkeys do drugs, and I'm not being racist. The other faces in my class seemed very similar, a pencil in their mouths and a furrowed brow. Seems like they're getting sticks shoved up their urethra. Pleasant thought, I agree, but we have to look factual now. No more analogical bullshit. As my test was tossed in a pile of future drop outs, I sauntered over to get ready for my next test. Where I seem to be excelling just enough.
In class we listen, regurgitate, but learn nothing really. I always figured we learn after an experience. Such as getting in the way of a car, after we do it once, we most likely not do it again. Then again, we do have a lot of dumb people in our world. Retards, that obtained their retarditity without being born with it. Do we all take the easy way? If so, I might ask this one question to you, the reader. If they have degrees, are they really up to the task as for being in their field? or are they like any other dip shit out there barely flying by at cruise control?
I don't know, I guess to me, my life here in this school seemed less than or equal to nothing special. Don't worry I'll wrap it up soon, I need to get on the continuous fucking. I know that this Friday will be the day that most couples out in the world that are in school will be spewing fluids on each others face and genitalia. For what? A job well done? "Hey babe, you done good kid," he slyly nudges her chin and states, "now, let me penetrate your labia with a throbbing piece of flesh that resembles a wilted candle stick." It has to be said, herpes is a bitch. Sadly, I find myself as a single man, looking for sex. I need to be congratulated, and hookers don't give you that good-job-blow-job discount anymore. I know, I may be a sex addict, but who would not be if they were so good at it? I can't imagine my talent going untapped. That might be a pun, for those who were wondering. Coitus and finals, probably seems like a more fitting title, and I might just change it, but Shit. I guess desperation destroys us all. See, just look at this post?! I made it from finals and started to talk about how people are and I then careened off to the side and hit a tree. I think I will take a breather, full of smoke, and try again.
Delicious smoke, I'll live to a ripe old age, I know. My last final is in forty minutes. Writing this and clock watching, I feel a bit at peace. Maybe sex isn't that important? Ha! Who am I kidding?! That's how I would like to go. Blowing a load on a beautiful woman's asshole and screaming out in euphoria! "Oh Lordy!" I guess life is like that, what brings you the most happiness is also what brings you so much pain. I had been trying to stop myself from revieling my past hurts, so I won't at this time. However, I might just say it wasn't long ago. Hence, my selfish attitude. It's about growing up, I am a man. A frightened 22 year old man, but a man non the less. You wanna say otherwise? Come on! I'll take ya! You internet Gawker!
In the end you have to take priorities. What is more important? Sex or education? Perhaps stating sex against something like becoming a better person is better. Yet, what do we instinctually want more? I know! It sucks oniony balls! So, where am I going to leave you? Sex is something that comes and goes, it's not quite the most important thing, but is a great activity if you can afford it, and education can be said in the exact same way really. Watch. Education is something that comes and goes, it's not quite the most important thing, but is a great activity if you can afford it. The comes and goes is a bit of a stretch, but is a great pun according to sex. Yet, in hind sight it's something that seems more trivial if anything according to making yourself better, or a Renaissance Man, which I always figured would be a great accomplishment.