Squater Weinstein ( Read more... )

I work at the library. Iwork at the library. I work at the library. I work at the library. I work at the library. I work at the library. I work at the library. I work at the library. I work at the library. I work at the library. Twitch.

I am no longer worried about finals because I have stressed myself out into a state of Euphoria. Nothing can hurt me here because my brain disintegrated and leaked out my ear a couple of days ago. Bye,bye brain. I will miss you.

Everyone who can see this entry is invited on to my Birhtday love fest. Come to Goldie's bar on Monday night. Take the G to L and get off at Bedford. Walk one block to north 8 and drigs and Voila. Her bar is the blue lounge its covered in blue lights. You can't miss it. See you all there. Party starts at 10.

Can I get a what what?

It's 12:08 pm Thursday after noon and I just finished homework I've worked on straight since 6:00 p.m. Wed. night. Yeah ehhhhhh.......

Yes for this semester. What? Am I a little late.

All of my friends should get a jar and put all of their loose change in it and get me this ( Read more... )

I personally am covered in so many bruises from the Murphy's Law pit I can't even tie my shoe without whincing. Luckily, I left this time with all my teeth intact. You know I love it. I also scored a kiss from the lead singer in between stage dives. (but who hasn't?)

currently reading: "Delta of venus" by Anais Nin

Jesus Christ. Never have I had the pleasure of waking up drunk for class, until now. I drank enough water while drinking last night to escape the chore of puking this next morning. Although during the night I was absolutely convinced I hadn't succeded in this venture, so I deceided it was a great idea to sleep on the cold tile of the bathroom floor ( Read more... )