It's that time of year again, summer's winding down and everyone begins complaining about their upcoming classes.  My senior year is about to start, the beginning of the end.  It's meant to be the single most defining year of my young life, I'm of legal drinking age, I've established friendships with so many around campus that the opportunity to ( Read more... )

Honestly guys where's the love?

When you try your best, but you don't succeed ( Read more... )

I want to speak...I'm just afraid of what I have to say.

Hey you, with your ear against the wall waiting for someone to call, can you hear me?

I'll wait as long as I'm able.

Yeah...a table of six came in, we didn't have to seat them, but we did after all we had a half an hour until closing ( Read more... )

By now most of you have became at least vaguely familiar with "pete's garage", the bar and grill establishment in which night of 1000 chicken wings was conducted. However a new restaurant/bar has popped up called "Mugsy's" who also has twenty-five cent wing night. So on Tuesday we decided to eat there and watch the pistons game. Now I'm not one ( Read more... )

Summertime never ceases to amuse me. Every year the same thing happens. The same dialog is carried out ( Read more... )

Now I this journal has been used for the most part, for bitching, ranting, depressive ranting, and rants in which I bitch a lot. Most of which is about common problems experienced at my age (girls, grades, colleges, girls, friends, girls) and to which this entry was meant to be no exception. To make a short story shorter, I asked this girl out ( Read more... )

Courtesy of misconstrue, this is a cool questionare, you should take it, even if you have to post anonymously ( Read more... )