The cop of the Village People is wanted for handgun and narcotics possesion. He looked incredibly strung out in all of his mug shots because apparently this isn't the first time, but now he's "at large". Now I remember why I don't watch t.v.

I've got a job interview here: www.terrisdraheim.com on Wednesday. All because I complained to a friend about not having good job hookups. Swanky, no?

No matter how fucked up my friends ever got it seems like everyone turned out alright. It's kind of encouraging.

We were supposed to write a short story and include a debate between tow of the authors we have read about anything anywhere. I think it's funny, but I could see where my professor might take it the wrong way ( Read more... )

I've found that, on the whole, excuses are pointless. Not to say that there isn't such thing as a good excuse, but most of the time when someone acuses you of something they just want you to own up. "Be a man" and all of that junk because a good excuse is incredibly hard to come by. Good liars may be able to think of something plausable, but the ( Read more... )

I'm happy playing guitar and singing into the wall of my sister's room. Does that mean I don't have a life?

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Everyone has days like this

Goddamnit

Sitting in some place with computers wondering if I should try to make my livejournal nice-looking at all. I don't know html ( Read more... )

I spent the first couple of hours in the new year watching Desperate Housewives with Aaron and Doug. Everyone else fell asleep and it wasn't my idea to watch it in the first place. It was funny. I think we all bonded over that primetime soap opera.

It was my most sober new years ever and I'd have to say it was fun. This year should be fun.

I had a nice chat with my massage therapist today about love and drinking. Not together of course.

Monday I move into my dorm, Tuesday I start classes, and I've been having a meltdown about all of this ever since a month ago. I gonna miss everything and I hope I'm making the right choice.