I never have any of my own food. Never. It makes me a bit sad. I would love to make my own food. Next year! NEXT YEAR I CAN MAKE MY OWN FOOD! I'm going to make delicious chicken salad and everyone's going to be like. "Sam. You make the best chicken salad." And I'll be like. 'Oh, I know. It's my mom's recipe. She knows her shit ( Read more... )

I'm totally living in Minneapolis next year. In a house.

The lease was signed an hour ago.

Holy shit.

Easter is coming up, and I am so excited. For candy.

I mean, there's the whole thing that I have to go to church, have to go home for a weekend, and all that stuff that isn't all that great, but I mean.

FREE CANDY.

It came!

..At least, that's what she said.

All I want in my life is for my Gamecube adapter to come so I can play melee.

I am so bored.

I just found out I have a midterm in Psychology on April 20th.

I'm planning on writing a letter of pure irritation to my instructor about this detail so he will know that all hippies that are in his Psych 1001 class are very irritated.

So I was just looking over Kaity's Livejournal ( Read more... )

So, last night (this morning?) I woke up from a fucking intense dream and I was sweating all over.

I sweated so much, I thought I pissed the bed when I woke up.

It was a fucking crazy dream. I was running away from these people that, I assumed, were going to beat me up, and then I like, transported into the future, and found out I died or

Dude, T is a fucking bitch ( Read more... )

All I ever do anymore is smoke, read webcomics, Fuck My Life, and Not Always Right, and play Super Smash Bros. Melee.

I'm on Spring Break this week. In Wausau. It's not super exciting, but hey. At least I get to see everyone, which is pretty all right. I really wanna go out for sushi.