You only need to be really good at one thing to get into Harvard
Woke up at 8 this morning. Went back to bed at 10:30, had I was packing up some of Jill's stuff into a car underneath a deck in which and much of Jill's fam and my sisters were having a get together of sorts. So I was walking all around gathering her stuff (I think because she was going back to school) and someone called my sister Jen looking for me. It was the Wendy's in Dartmouth telling me that I get to be transfered to a store closer to my home now, because I got kicked out of school. This came as a bit of a shock for me because 1) I didn't work at Wendy's to begin with, and 2) I got kicked out of school!?? So We rushed back and I went to Wendy's and they told me that I was spotted pulling the fire alarm in my building last night, even though I spend last night in North Attleboro. I tried telling them this, but they said there were wittinesses. I was screaming at them to listen to me, but they were being asses about it all. So I'm like "What if I call someone to confirm my alibi? I won't even explain the matter first to them, and they'll tell you the exact story I've told you." So they agreed, and I tried calling Jill, but I couldnt find her number, so I called Paul to get her number, but Jill answered for some reason. I gave the phone to the Wendy's people but they wouldn't take it, so I started screaming at them again to take it and believe me because my education was at stake. I tried explaining to them that they probably got me confused with someone who actually works there, but they wouldn't budge. So I left and went to UMD which was suddenly an urban campus, and ran to my building to talk to my RA. Along the way there were fires and smalltime rioting, but I didn't stop to check it out. I passed the girls on my floor, who wouldn't really look at me, and found my RA to ask her what the deal was. She said I'd been seen pulling the alarm by this girl Ashley whom I've hated for just as little reason as she's hated me for since last year. So I begged my RA to believe me, but she said there was nothing she could do. I left to find the director of housing to beg him to listen to me, and planned to stop by Ashley's room along the way to kick her ass good. Then the dream ended, so who knows if ever got to plead my case or pummel Ashley. I'm sure I did both. Then I woke up at 1. Still haven't written the article I didn't write thursday night because I got too drunk and didn't write yesterday because I got too Nelson. School hasn't even started yet, and I'm already Captain Procrastination. But hey - at least I'm not a Lieutenant.
The world's most expensive video, acording to MTV, is Scream by Mike and Janet Jackson at $7 million. That wasn't even that cool a video. Also according to MTV the price of fame is "High!" Good call, MTV.
I just sneezed once and went to swallow the spit in my mouth as another sneeze came, and I choked for a couple seconds. That would be a really sad way to die. I think I would want a closed casket from mere shame alone.
And on that note, I'm off.
The world's most expensive video, acording to MTV, is Scream by Mike and Janet Jackson at $7 million. That wasn't even that cool a video. Also according to MTV the price of fame is "High!" Good call, MTV.
I just sneezed once and went to swallow the spit in my mouth as another sneeze came, and I choked for a couple seconds. That would be a really sad way to die. I think I would want a closed casket from mere shame alone.
And on that note, I'm off.