(Jerri Blank Voice) "Can we change?"
It would seem that this week is coming to an end, and the weekend will be a nice break from it all. Three days of debauchery! Three! I assume. I'm probably going to come home Saturday, and then, the weekend will just play itself out from there. I wish I could just skip class Friday and leave in the morning, so I could go back to NoHo and see people I haven't seen (teachers, at least).
As far as friends go, that won't be a problem, they're all done now, and I have missed them for long enough. It will be good to see Dylan and Nick and have the worst part of waking up, FWDBreakfast. I like gaining copious amounts of weight at a horrific rate, it's what makes dying from a quintuple bypass (so deadly that it creates a new chamber then clogs it) that much more satisfying.
In lighter news, I have a final research paper coming up to which I am not looking forward. This is why all work must be done before the weekend. ...or at least a good shitload of it.
Remember kids, it ain't a load if it ain't a shitload.
So as far as I can tell, I've become somewhat of a boosehound.
And that is a complete lie.
Anyway, I need more women in my life. That would complete the circle of debauchery. There's a circle, see, which kind of revolves around a triad of aspects of partying. Strong language, heavy alcohol and drug use, mild nudity.
Wait, sorry...
I've been watching The Shield. (good show.)
Uh... ok, well, I'm not even gonna dive into it.
Or Delve.
Or Dig.
...
or Debauch..?
(is that a verb?)
yay long entry.
I'm picking up bass over the summer so someone get me some music to learn. I'm probably gonna buy my friend's old one, and then just pick up an amp, which my keyboard can also plug into, thus making one sweet ass music room when I get back home.
My birthday is on father's day. This happens once every year or so.
Therefore, since the attention is split in half, get me shit, you readers of the prophecies. You deserve it, you know?
...don't ask, just buy.
no wait, ask me. for sure. but like...
ok yea.
fuck.