Really, I do.

This may come as quite the surprise, but I am so very confused ( Read more... )

On a scale of one to wasted, I got wasted yesterday. And of course I made a complete fool of myself. But drinking since ten in the morning tends to do that to me. Placed my usual drunk dials, broke down a door, and climbed a tree. Overall, a good night ( Read more... )

Greetings from the red state I sometimes call home, Indiana.

My spring break hasn't been half bad at all. I got my cast off and now I have a splint that I wear 10% of the time. I've watched the entire first season of Lost on DVD and have almost finished the fifth season of The Sopranos. I've written two papers and have almost caught up on all of my ( Read more... )

I had a great weekend, and now I will suffer for it ( Read more... )

I want to ride my bike but it is so very cold. Also my hand is broken and not very good at braking.

I should be reading but the Pistons are playing. I should be watching Scrubs but the stupid Olympics are on.

I enjoy sleeping.

Snack attack motherfucker.

I have a cast now. I got manhandled by an orthopedic surgeon. I took the wrong bus. My RA wrote "I broke this playing beer pong" on my cast. My roommate wrote "Michael Jackson touched me" on my cast. I have to register as a special needs person with disabilities for school.

This is how I broke my hand.

Knock knock...

You say: Who's there?

I broke my hand again.

You say: Oh.

Last weekend I got really drunk. Won and lost money at the casino. Drank real Canadian beer again. Predicted the final score of the Super Bowl with terrifying accuracy. Got wasted with my RA. And was undefeated in beer pong doubles and a contender in beer pong singles.

I had to get all of that out. Now on to more important things... I'm a band ( Read more... )

Here I sit, on my ass, having just watched the state of the union address. First of all, I loved the first ten minutes in which everyone present applauded and tried to grab Bush for a photo op. Bullshit, get to it and there better not be any other interruptions. Oh wait... there were.

Here's my brilliant observation of the night: the address was 52 ( Read more... )