it's who i am:

i currently reside in washington, which i subtly dubbed new canada. i bring it au naturale and this is how i see it:

i love life for life, tripping shit, and guda. i'm too old beyond comparison, and i measure time in wisdom. i think that apathy for the sake of elating one's ego is one of the most annoying things ever created by the human psyche. i'm currently a junior in high school, and i plan on being a teacher of english, or just fine art, when i reach a physical maturity. my dream, however, is to be a living testiment to the trial and success of a modern day bohemian artist, roaming the streets with a uke and a pad of song lyrics, singing songs and dancing beats in found gloves with fingers cut well off, designing air-blown underdrawers with gareth pughs, selling cardboard paintings for no more than a nickle, sandwich, and cold coffee. you probably think i'm joking though. my life consists of sitting on my bed in little else than my underwear and socks, listening to my ipod on my vintage record player, playing hookie from homework, pretending i'm better than normal. i'm also an aspiring novelist. yeah, no kidding. i've wrote all of this on my own, wow i know. apathy. as a remedy, i propose we live life to my standards: we can party like i do in my head at 11:11 and 3:14, sun tan on the roofs of schools we don't attend, tie dye our socks in the downtown fountain, help in an office prank for a business we don't even work for.

when i grow up, i plan on living in a house in one of those "perks" neighborhoods, you know, in new england. i want four kids so i can have them work... in the community gardens, tending to the cabbage, plucking weeds, fertilizing the fuchsia, harvesting from the three tomato plant stalks. i want three husbands and a mistress, but only one can be apostolic. they have to fight to see which one, though, i hate decision making. i will also write and sell a new york times best seller about the art of manhole designing.

i don't know why i am telling you all of this. none of it is truth. that's actually a lie, because as a whole, this would make a great memoir for me. bet you wish you never read this, do you? because now you know who i really am, and you hate it.

i'm sammy eath and i am a liar. ask me what truths are and i'll tell you what i can remember.