i reconnected with lots of friends in july, it was nice. then i got grumpy and didn't sleep and drank too much and people died and i worked too hard and my boss told me i couldn't come to work hung over anymore and i decided i needed a vacation and then it was all over. hello august, i love you already.

last night i got totally drunk on a dry campus and the cops came and i got in BIG trouble. my roommate punched a wrestler in the face because she was defending green day's honor. i danced until i couldn't breath. i drank the shittiest whiskey i've ever had in my entire life. the R.A. dumped it out when she searched my room and found it. for a ( Read more... )

yesterday i went to a raffle to win an ipod. you had to be there to win, it was very uncomfortable. i was so nervous and weirded out that i left my unopened cola there. 45cents i spent on that coke but i left it there because i was concentrating so hard on just getting the hell out. when i got there everyone was hugging and introducing themselves. ( Read more... )

i haven't really written anything here for a while. anyways i'm in Oregon. it rains a lot. hopefully it won't snow. i love all my classes except there is no one my age in them. i have a little hindi professor from bangladesh. he's my favorite teacher, you can't understand a word he says. my favorite part about college so far is that i finally have ( Read more... )

A perfect cynic feels no joy, no passion. They live in the moment and only feel calculation.

I think my soul fell out of my pocket one day. oh well, I'll just have to pretend I have one like everyone else.

I want to work a pointless, degrading job where I make min. wage. I want a scuz ball to try and feel me up on the crowded bus on the way home from work every night. I want to come home to a one bedroom apartment that I share with two other roomates. I want the only thing that will love me back to be my dog. I want the walls of my apartment to be ( Read more... )

I wish I could roar like a lion, I feel like a lion but I can't roar like one, if I could though, I'd do it all the time. Right in the middle of class when Mrs.Stromberg is talking about something internal or external and pertaining to the Scientific Revolution. Fuck the scientific revolution, I've got bigger problems, I can't roar ( Read more... )

Wanted: Good, old-fashioned thuggish boyfriend with an inclination to violence toward cheekers.

Things are falling appart and I am an asshole. I just want to drink myself in to a stupor every morning when I wake up so I don't have to be responsible for what I do and so I can't remember what I do.