YOU WILL MOST LIKELY DIE
FROM THE HAND OF MY ARM
WHEN I COME AND FLY AND
TAKE OFF YOUR FACE
WITH THE FRONT OF MY
HATREDCOPTER

Alcohol. It may make me talk more, but it doesn't make me more sociable. If anything, I become more analytical, if more vocal about it. I'm still having trouble socializing like any other normal human person. I can do the drunken "HEY MAN, WHASS YOUR NAME? Oh, awesome (name), I'm Nelson" and add a bit of flair which I believe makes me ( Read more... )

Today I want to do a quick run-down of what thought processes and events throughout my life have resulted in me being here, doing what I'm doing today. This one will be less comical than the last one. Here comes the wall of text ( Read more... )

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Yeah. I'm doing this.

If you haven't gone for a mile run in the pouring down rain yet this year, do it now.

That shit is EXHILARATING.

I woke up today an hour before my alarm - which is pretty common for me - and I couldn't stop thinking about my early school experiences, the things that stuck out, how they've shaped me, what I took from them ( Read more... )

1. Alcohol is silly.

2. I would like a new massage buddy, since my old one graduated last year. That's all. Just a massage every now and then. I've developed a nasty knot in my back, and I've read Massage For Dummies, so yeah, massage buddy would be nice.

Purdue has an assassin guild now.

Oh baby. This semester rocks.

Just a test of an app I found, using one of my favorite songs at the moment. Let me know if you can hear this:



Makes me want to dance...

Starting the weekly self-examining and goal setting thing again. I'm going to keep most of the details to myself this time, but if I have any breakthroughs or "deep thoughts," I'll post them here.

In other news, later today I'm going with some friends to see The Vagina Monologues, or as we've come to refer to them: "Vagimon."

VAGIMON, I CHOOSE