Its the first day of school and, as usual, half the classes (actually, ONE or the TWO) I've selected are not going to work. I had planned on enrolling in this Lifestyle Fitness course, which is supposed to let you keep a fitness log without having to attend class. Unfortunately, a post-class conversation with the teacher reveals that class ( Read more... )

For the 3rd time this week, I spent my post-work hours getting drunk with Russ and his friends. Tonight, the location was Edna's, this borderline redneck bar I normally avoid, but tonight its hole in the wall charm held some appeal. The aesthetic of this place for the most part is sort of medicore, except for one thing. The walls, ceiling and ( Read more... )

Since walking in the door about 15 minutes ago, I have eaten: leftover asiago pasta from Mazzios, tortilla chips with salsa, a reeses peanut butter cup and two small kit kat bars. When I go to bed in a few minutes, I'll have to wash down a couple of advil to avoid waking up feeling hungover from too much pot smoking. After an 8 hour shift at Health ( Read more... )

Dr. Douglas is pacing around my room, yammering about the danger of someone finding my live journal and exposing info about him he doesn't want to get out. Misty, Dr. Douglas and I are pretty fucked up on Amsterdam buds and Dr. Douglas keeps asking "what time is it ( Read more... )

Those delerious hours in the middle of the night when you just can't seem to fall asleep can bring about the most random, incoherent conversations. Last night, Misty and I had one and it gave rise to a perverse concept, which we think we might pitch to the network that airs the popular "Girls Behaving Badly" show ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in the campus library, where I sometimes come to recouperate from the weather when its freezing. Its the perfect place for that because it is located right in the middle of the mile-long jaunt from my classroom to my car. Fortunately, theres no harsh weather to avoid today, so I'm in here strictly for leisure purpose. The sky is a deep ( Read more... )

Mr. Cooch and I were sitting in our music class, being taught by Mrs. Landes, the music teacher from middle school, only I guess heres shes teaching at our high school and Mr. Cooch and I are both taking this class as an elective. I recall being consciously aware that I had already gone through every grade of high school, so I guess this was a ( Read more... )

Misty and I were living here in Norman, but not at this house. The place actually closely resembled the house Mark's girlfriend Leslie lives in, which I have only been to once since I hardly ever see Mark and Leslie. The premise of the dream is this: There is a birthday party in my honor happening at the house and it started out being a pretty ( Read more... )

The house is totally dark except for the roaring fireplace and I'm operating on a xanax bar I bought this week from Devon. It has made this a pretty relaxing evening so far, and not having taken any pills in a long time, I really needed something to even me out but as I write this, my rather peaceful state of mind is in jeopardy. My hope was to ( Read more... )

I'm a little bummed that I'm gonna be awake for the sun to come up while my mind and body are craving sleep, but I'm at least grateful that I remembered to pop 2 advil before crashing around 3 a.m. Regained consciousness around five a.m. with a sharp feeling of disgust, still feeling the alcohol, still reeking of cigarette smoke and still wishing I ( Read more... )