Someone asked me if I was on drugs or pulled things out of my ass challenging the integrity of my live journal. If they are reading this, my answer to them is, “Yes.” The drugs I’m addicted to are limited to the following: South Park, Will and Grace, grilled cheese sandwiches, Jet Li, and Sam’s live Journal. As far as pulling things out of my ass, ( Read more... )

I cheerfully stepped into my apartment having enjoyed a delightful and warm sun-drenched day when I noticed it on my table. I jumped back and a sudden rush of anxiety overtook me as my heart and lungs momentarily ceased to function. Paralyzed with fear I dared not make any sudden movements. Blind without my second pair of eyes, I reassured myself ( Read more... )

Having successfully prevented any possibility of studying or doing anything productive on Friday I reasoned that, though I planned an extensive study session today, it would be in my best interest to procrastinate again. I was so glad to have finally accomplished a goal I set for myself I decided to treat myself to a movie ( Read more... )

Referring to my previous entry, I may have slightly exaggerated somewhat. My mom didn’t say those words exactly, but it was pretty darn close. Judge for yourself; she said something more along the lines of, “How has school been? Did you finish your FAFSA on time for the deadline?” Unquestionably, she clearly meant what I wrote in my last entry. At ( Read more... )

I was disappointed today that no one had tried to pull any April fools pranks on me. I called a bunch of people and asked them “is there something you want to tell me?” None of my friends decided to be clever so in a final act of desperation, that I now regret, I found myself dialing the number to my parents house (after searching my room for about ( Read more... )

He was quite a gentleman, he opened the door for me and I followed him in. I was somewhat embarrassed because I’ve known this guy for months and I couldn’t remember his name; it was like that episode of Seinfeld when Jerry only remembered that his girlfriend’s name sounded like a female body part (her name was Deloris). He cut right to the chase ( Read more... )

FAFSA (Familys against Fornication & Sodomy Association ( Read more... )

I had not been there in a long time. I knew it would be dangerous to go back, but euphoric memories reminisced through my head as my brain defiantly took me back to memory lane. I resolved to take the rather impulsive and unprepared trip with a friend who was only too willing to go and share the experience with me. I warned and cautioned him of the ( Read more... )