Rounding my fifth night at home, and I've already begun to ooze crazy from every orifice of my trembling body (most noticeably--the mouth. it feeds on vodka and produces expletives and hateful phrases ( Read more... )

It's amazing how a few kisses can cause so much confusion. I've mostly recovered, however, and resurfaced in a mess of final reviews and papers. As removed as I've been from school the past week or so, I really can't complain. It hasn't taken all that long to catch up.

The only event that really has me freaked out is this French final...oh,

Last night was dangerously fun. It was the 21st birthday of Lucas, so we shot pool and sang him karaoke songs (horribly, in my case)...I love hanging out with that group. Earlier in the day, Luz had picked me up. We spent about four hours just sprawled out on her futon...I suppose we were resting up for the excitement that occured that night. ( Read more... )

Text message from Loos makes me go:


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( more playa hatin and thug love )

I start training in the morning. It's nearly five and I have an alarm set for seven thirty...but big changes are ahead ( Read more... )

I threw up twice at work this evening. I probably should have went home, but I didn't. That would have been a defeat. I don't have anything left in my stomach, but I still feel like absolute shit. I wish I could eject everything bad out of me. The mediocre can get the fuck out, too. I'm cleansing this wretched fleshpot ( Read more... )

Where are you now?

I thought I'd been replaced, but it turns out I was always yesterday's news. Crazy back-east boy dreams trampled upon, with a capital TRAMP ( Read more... )

Called Scott yesterday...god, I miss that kid. I might be able to see him for a bit when I'm home this weekend, but it's looking grim ( Read more... )