today was the first day back at school after winter break. i went to japan on winter break, and im kind of sad about being back in canada. the best thing that happened in japan was that me and my friends got fake pussies and when the heart beating moment came of opening the fake pussy and seeing it, smelling it, getting to know it, putting up with the wrapping just so i can have sex, i tried to enter but my penis was too large for it. i wasnt sure if i should be disappointed or grateful, but i managed to take out the rubber and foam inside and put it in drinking bottle instead of the plastic cup that it was in. i declared entrance again and it fit perfectly. at first just stroked my penis with it but then i thought of pretending it was a real pussy and holding it in place and fucking it with my hips. i enjoyed it better when my hips didnt have to move. i wanted to let the fake pussy do all the work while i just sat and moaned. (i didnt moan while using the fake pussy). the reason my penis didnt fit was probably because i accidentally got a "tight anal" one. my penis is only 7 inches when its erect. i dont have a monster cock.
i woke up early after going to bed at 5 pm last night. i am still not used to the canadian average human sleeping time frame. i needed to get a staple gun for painting class to staple canvas onto a wooden frame. the only problem was that it was inbetween the apartment i live in and school. i would have to get off the bus, purchase the gun, then wait for another bus to come, and im far too lazy not to feel negative about that. but imagined doing it after school was done when my stomach is usually begging and torturing me for food and decided to purchase the gun before school started.
as always i was almost late for my bus but i caught it, but when i got inside it was as hot as a sweating fat person. i had to take off my hat and unzip my jacket. i thought about how dull it looks out side while on the ride. i got to the home center. it was huge, and i walked around to find my gun. many tough men, most with facial hair were looking at tools and talking about plans on building various things. they must work hard and be proud of themselves when they finish building things. i felt like a weak twinkle boy surrounded by tough hairy men. i found the guns, but some were cheaper than others so i decided to confront a worker and ask questions. i found a man-worker with a huge mustache. i have been working on my own mustache for around a month and a half now and it is getting fuller by the day. i will never reach the hight of this man mustache-wise. he must have been thinking i was a complete wimp with many things to learn, many things to experience. every time i looked at his mustache i felt a sense of powerlessness and shame. he answered my questions, i said thanks, and he said no problem. obviously answering some easy gun questions is not a problem at all for a man with such a full mustache. i took the fucking gun to the pay counter. standing there was a huge girl with a name tag that said Brittany. britanny took my gun and i gave her my visa card. then she handed me a pen that had a tag on it that had "britanny" written with colorful pens in a cute style. she had hairy arms for gods sake. i was amazed that britanny was a fan of cuteness. maybe if she lost some weight?...... i thought, and gave a closer look at her face. sorry britanny, but you better focus on other things in life... i thought. then i waited for the bus painfully and it came and i got to school.
there were many girls that looked good from some angles, but looked ok from others. i wished to find a girl that looked good from all angles. 360 degree hotness. i had to wait in a long line to purchase a bus pass for this month. while waiting i listened to the smiths and subtly tapped my feet. i felt johnny mar's jangly in-place guitars while the handsome man sang. too bad morrissey is fat and sucks now. he used to hate fatness.... i hoped noone thought i was tapping my feet to prog rock or metal or something. feeling godsmack. getting into the nickel back zone. not that listening to the smiths is 'cool'. anyways, i got my pass and then got a coffee and went to video class. as always the teacher showed us not intriguing or inspiring video art and then we viewed some students work. there is a retarded guy in class and his video was kind of funny, as always. retarded people are creative, retarded people are funny, and retarded people rock.
class was done and i sat and ate a banana and 2 pieces of bread, and then got another coffee for my bus ride home. the bus was packed with people. men, women, teens, old people, all together in one moving box. i sat in the reserved seats area for old people and hurt people and anyone who officially cant suffer standing in the bus. the old people on the bus looked at me, probably thinking that i should stand. i gave them a "what, everrrrr" look. i dont really care about old people most of the time. especially old ladies. they generally are the most annoying types of human beings.
the best part about the bus ride was when a girl with tight pants on had her leg against my knee because the bus was so packed. it could have been intentional, it could be an accident, but i kept my knee in place waiting for more. yeah baby, rub against me, i feel it. i wanted to massage her, but i could only sit still and wait for bumpy parts of the road to come. every bump was a sexual stroke between me and her. we shared each bump together.
then i got home and shat in the toilet and then wrote this thing. now i plan to go get my guitar from my friends house and probably take a bus to a far away auto shop to get some air-line for something i want to make in sculpture class. i dont want to go, but if i dont then the teacher will think im even lazier than how lazy he thinks i am now, which is pretty lazy anyway.
maybe ill update more, but most days i dont feel like reporting to the world about my failure of a day. not that today was a success. i just decided to update. uuuuh. o...k....