The Weekender is this huge trip that people do at USC.
Basically we use a football game as an excuse to live in Norcal for a weekend.
Norcal is beautiful.
It is clean.
It is drunk.
It is stoned.
And absolutely intoxicating.

San Fran is a motherfuckin cool place, I'm down w/ azns and homos

I love how fuckers can't even get a NICKNAME right ( Read more... )

It's almost here ( Read more... )

Well, college was a buzzkill ( Read more... )

My intellegence has decreased considerably since the commencement of my post-secondary education. My body bodes quite terribly with substances and my mind rejects them as ill-tempered escape mechanisms. It was the best feeling in the world followed abruptly by the worst feeling in the world ( Read more... )

A quick voodoo-like revival.
Alas I fall back once again upon my haven of self-involved dribble.

I am a horrible, horrible person.

At least this addiction will help my writing. Please?

Hindsight begs for second chances.

Friends only bitches!
Or at least I hope this worked...

Today, I ate pasta salad with a pickle as a fork. Krystina's request. We discussed USC eating club. Yes, we have an eating club. It's called Tommy's Chef something or other. I know there's a Tommy's in it.

Anyway, I have hookah breath and I think it's kinda gross. YUSS!

I am stubborn and persistent ( Read more... )

i'm so glad i'm sober again. I'm so sad I didn't get to keep all that mexican food I ate.
I... love death cab for cutie and how it rolls w/ me.
I hate fucking up.