I go back to Ann Arbor tomorrow. I've got court and then MF Doom. I don't think tomorrow, or the following days, will be that bad. Classes start on the fourth, I'll see how I feel about them once they're underway. Also, please, never say chill to me.

hey, diversity, could you actually try to work? you guys are not helping. these terms like "white washed" don't really do you justice.

I hate college.

Last night was one of the funniest nights i've been involved with. I'm still covered in sharpie/pen tattoos. And my voice is half gone from almost a full pack of cigarettes and yelling at Brittney is a white trash, wife beating voice. Good times.

I bought Pink Flamingos and am going to make Randi watch it. In return I have to watch RENT. This may be the best/worst decision ever. I mean, she'll have to watch a drag queen urinate and eat dog shit, but i'll still have to watch that shitty musical about aids or whatever.

Goddamnit sums up my life. The phrase, not the album. Also, not a blasphemous thing, just a pissed thing.

Prom is a little bit. Cashia is using Eriq's hair to put her extensions in and style them. It's pretty funny and I'm really glad that I'm not him right now. Funny times.

Shit, now i've got to change my myspace and facebook information to single. And I even had cute plans. Fuck this, f'real.

I've got fake tattoos and a scientology t-shirt. Last night was alright, some shit got out of hand, but that's to be expected.

dress up party tonigh? i do think so.