2005, you kept it real.

trans-at-lan-ti-cism
function: noun
an emotion of longing felt for one who is some great distance away, as across the Atlantic Ocean

Oxford, I assure you this is a real phenomenon. Print it up in the next edition.

So college is essentially a strange cycle of smoking pot, sitting on benches outside of Brett (my building), classes, general mischief/fucking around and the occasional homework. There really is no element of control here, as opposed to the procrustean manner of the Sandowich. This sudden deluge of nearly unrestricted freedom isn't so much ( Read more... )

Why am I the only person here who doesn't have 582735073284783074079347387509957395 hours of homework a night?

So...I just found a joint in the hallway outside my door. College rocks.

Freedom is awesome.

So I've been up for about 20 hours now, and I think I will totally be able to stay up for 18 more. Go me! Anyway, so, yes, I did spend my entire night browsing the internet and watch my newly purchased OC Season 2 DVDs, but that's okay, the way I look at it. It's sort of an accomplishment in a very sick, strange way. Perhaps I'm only seeing it ( Read more... )

Life: Are you prepared for the wonderfully, inescapably, intoxicatingly* beautiful freedom that awaits you?
Me: Yes, life. Bring it on.
Life: Are you ready to rock out, tune in, get down, shake it up, hang left, roll through, and generally dive into the atmosphere of vice?
Me: I hope so, I don't know, I -
Life: Look, man, it's all here for you. ( Read more... )

So here we go. Graduation was two months ago, I suppose it's time to go to college. I'm not nervous or scared, I wouldn't even say I'm hesitant. Just ruminant (and, perhaps, slightly pensive). My girlfriend is leaving the country in 3 days, some of my friends have already left the state, and after a week from today I am never going to ( Read more... )

This is a rap song that was written for me last night by Gavi, Kellie and Shemeley ( Read more... )