Driving Ms Daisy's ex-girlfriend, Poppy

Poppy's effect has been generally relaxing, in a toxic kind of way. It's hard to keep my eyes on the cars while she's smoking in the passenger seat (smoking hot that is). 

Malaise has descended (and I believe will remain hung) in the air around this entire month and probably the next one too.*

*This is usually what we call in the biz 'senioritis'

currently, I'm listening to Cigarettes after sex writing whatever this weird analogy is (malaise is an effect of opium, which comes from poppies) because I have a paper due in 18 minutes and I would like very much for that reality to cease existing. I think I fool myself into thinking that if I just writing a bit more random shit I'll be exempt, not in a passing grade way, but more in a 'forget i asked' way. 

The song has changed to Oh Klahoma. 

I'm tired but I cannot go to bed until I write this essay, because I can't go into school tomorrow without it done. That I know for a fact. I also know I'll look like an extra of that popular zombie show on like AMC or wherever if I don't write this bullshit. 

not *this* bull shit. the albert camus bullshit. the 'personalized prompt' bullshit. 

this will be my Joker. 

(joke) 

I know it really really seems like I'm tryna be edgy or some dumb shit, but I'm just a stupid 18yr old kid who wishes they could just blackout for the rest of this school year, but still miraculously pass highschool. 

However, there is hope on the horizon: Barry has returned! 

At long last the terrible, amazing midwestern hitman himself has returned in full mental health crisis for a season 3. Thank you bill hader. And it's rad too, i'm very proud of the fact that they have not fucked it up. ep 1 was solid. it was solid. Barry even listened to Metallica in the episode, and that's as solid as metal gets, so, props. 

there is now 10 minutes until the due date, so I hope he did not lock the assignment otherwise I"ll have to email him. Not that that would be inherently terrible. i gotta like get out of my own way sometimes yknow (it's okay you don't know). 

why is another cigarettes after sex song playing i only put 10 on this playlist of 92

There was no intention behind this block of writing, only to stall the time until my english paper was due (so I could work on it freely), and that time is..........in 7 minutes. 

How did you guys feel about the Batman? (those who read this far)

I was pretty disappointed, i won't lie to you. The trailer was pretty rad, and I'm not much of a comic book movie watcher (save the iron man trilogy and the first avengers, plus into the spiderverse...doctor strange is alright. iron man 2 is one of the best blockbusters like ever made tbh). Anyway, it felt forced and was ridiculously slow, and that comes from someone who likes Tarkovsky, so i dunno, man. I couldn't stand Lawrence of Arabia either. Batman was just so dark and dreary and nothing like happened, like the movie could have never existed and it would be like the same except maybe we wouldn't have whatever like new optimistic attitude he was implying was there. 

House of Cards is playing. there's 3 minutes left till I'm late. we got this. 

It is crazy though how much changes in such a short amount of time (obviously not referring to the Batman here). I don't even count quarantine as a real time that happened. I can barely believe trump was actually president not going to lie to you guys on that one either. 

Driving is scary though, that's why it was on my mind (in the subject line). Who steps behind the wheel of a car and thinks "this is a good idea."? Whatever those things are that hold the butterflies at zoos, that's my stomach's second job to pay for its therapy bill. God knows why a stomach needs therapy, I mean I'd imagine getting acid and chewed food dumped on you everyday would be a chore, but who knows what goes on in the mind of that thing. 

Anyway, I'm late now. You're late. Ms Daisy's ex-girlfriend Poppy is late (no thanks to her secret ingredient, downer powder). 

I'm counting on you to go in early to make up for this, 

Whoever Drove Ms. Daisy

(Morgan Freeman)