The Magic of Weezer

I don't know what it is, but no matter how crappy of a day I'm having, if I turn on some weezer life doesn't seem quite as bad. So even though I'm turning into a hermit who only works, sleeps, and occasionally eats, at least I've got Weezer to carry me through. You think my family would agree to play weezer at my funeral? Which may end up being sooner rather than later at the rate of boredom I'm living these days. Today I spent over an hour copying a 150+ page book. Kill me now. Furthering the depression is the fact that I can't afford a real vacation for the rest of the summer. No disneyland, no lake powell, no vegas, nada. Bah! Cruel cruel world! If I could only get one good road trip in, I might maintain sanity. But alas, the prospects are looking sketchy at best. So...I'll just wallow in self pity and sing weezer songs for the rest of the summer. I'll imagine myself on an island in the sun, chillin in beverly hills, picturing the perfect situation, living only in dreams, as i look at my life and think this is such a pity, oh say it ain't so!