Holy shit! Yes, I'm back, after some serious bitching from the roommates. Okay, since so much has happened, much of which I don't remember, I'm taking a little artistic license with this one. So if it didn't actually happen..........well, whatever, I don't like you either ( Read more... )

Ahh, Windsor. Kind of the much dirtier, toothless younger cousin of Vegas. You go there for basically the same reasons - lots of bars, casinos, and strip clubs in close proximity to each other. But the great (and more appealing) advantage of Windsor is - everybody say it with me now - LEGAL DRINKING AGE OF 19. Of course, being so close to the ( Read more... )

I just left another rousing session of the most painfully boring class ever. No, nothing can compare. Don't even try to tell me that some sort of science or math or blah blah whatever I'm a dirty whore class of yours is worse. Modern English Grammar, headed by Richard Bailey, is the equivalent of 3 bottles of Nyquil and seven turkeys. A small part ( Read more... )

Holy shit, the first entry of the new school year. Since I'm still nursing a sort-of illness (more on that later), I have made livejournal my first priority. Followed in no particular order by a shit load of reading. Isn't it sad when you start bargaining with yourself because you're so fucking lazy? Like, "Okay, I won't read the 60 pages of ( Read more... )

Ah, yes. Another summer entry. I spent a good portion of my day planning theme parties in my head for this coming school year. Actually even debated e-mailing the plans to the girls. Now glad I didn't. But since you all desperately want to know and I'm afraid I'll forget everything, here goes ( Read more... )

Since I don't have away messages, here's a little tidbit that would normally be reserved for AIM.

"You're like the Crocodile Hunter, only with garbage disposals."
-Matthew to me after I fearlessly retrieved a beer bottle cap from the kitchen sink drain.

The story you've all been waiting for ( Read more... )

All right, Jeromy, I've been informed of your plan. Keep talking shit, and see if I ever even THINK about loaning you money. Come to think of it, why don't you yell at your friends for not giving you any either? I don't have any more resources than them ( Read more... )

Things that have happened since I've been home, in no particular order: A list ( Read more... )

And now for a few random thoughts and happenings of the past weeks: A list ( Read more... )