YOUR SO FUCKING COLLEGE
My John Conners friend from T2 costume
UnderWear Parties
Scavengar Hunt From Hell
The Greatest Picture Ever Taken
My Mono has cleared up
this is good cuz I was totally making out with some hot dudes the other night
We had a scavengar hunt from hell, money to enter, money to be won.
Team "super mega badass awesome" was triumphant, and my corpse paint was outstanding
I was at one point wearing a bra and panties and in corpse paint while teabagging strangers.
Everyone but my team and our competition had a run in with the law or campus authorities.
My hall, has been dubbed the "So Fockin College" freshman, for the antics that have taken this place by storm. Already 2 visits by the cops, people running around naked, vandalism, an ambulance called, people carried out on stretchers.
so in summary, fun.
The actual work part of it is managable. Althought I am sick as hell of reading about descartes and his pretentious antics, erestius and his boring as shit plays. But soon I will be able to switch to the photo conservatory. Seriously, any time I don't want to wake up, go to a class, write a paper I just imagine scrubbing pots and pans in a hot ass kitchen, waking up to rip cement out of the ground, run around a factory lifting 40 pound boxes for 8 hours. I smile. So many people take this shit for granted. I'm paying for these classes, this opportunity, I chose to be hear, and I'll be the last fucker to forget that. I'm busy here, in many aspects. Socially, academically. It's constants of things to do and places to be. Very interesting because I can't remember the last time my life was like that. The days seem incredibly long, because they are, and I'm doing something every minute, it's refreshing.
Shit, I dunno what to say. Me at a loss for words, go figure. I guess I'm just content. Not taking any of these social situations to seriously, making friends, but unable to escape that feeling in the back of my head that it's just convenient. Missing my family, missing my good friends. Seriously I don't think I'v not seen or hung out with brooks for more than 2 weeks in 5 years, miss the shit out of him and capelli. Liz needs to come visit as well. My family got kittens, I had them save one for me. Maximus is his name. I'll be with him on break and then probably move him in with me next year. Me with an animal, go figure. But It actually seems reasonable now, I connect better with animals and small children anyways.
I want to go to a museum and see dinosaurs. If your interested cmoe with me to the city. I'm wondering how everyones doing, trisha, dave,flick,barlow, the goonies. Shit, I don't even know whats on my mind. I need to get in shape, drop some pounds, get slim again. Slim equals good coitus. And we all know my fealings about good coitus. I'v been far to pre-occupied watching all these young kids stumble blindly and drunkenly into sexual mishapps and social blunders to even think about any that would apply to myself. My hair is in a pony-tail, I walk around in slippers wearing a blood brothers shirt and structure shorts. Just one fucked up looking observer of it all. Well atleast until I can drink again. 2 weeks, counting down the days. Kindof pissed an old friend of mine whos on campus shows no interest in hanging out. Meh, my one attempt at effort, see if I continue to make one, don't hold your breath. Not much else to say, not much else on my mind. I am happy, I would like some pizza from Buffalo. I would like to go lift weights. I would like to take pictures. I would Like some nice beer. I would like some coitus. Nevermind the graffitti, eyes on the cracks.
UnderWear Parties
Scavengar Hunt From Hell
The Greatest Picture Ever Taken
My Mono has cleared up
this is good cuz I was totally making out with some hot dudes the other night
We had a scavengar hunt from hell, money to enter, money to be won.
Team "super mega badass awesome" was triumphant, and my corpse paint was outstanding
I was at one point wearing a bra and panties and in corpse paint while teabagging strangers.
Everyone but my team and our competition had a run in with the law or campus authorities.
My hall, has been dubbed the "So Fockin College" freshman, for the antics that have taken this place by storm. Already 2 visits by the cops, people running around naked, vandalism, an ambulance called, people carried out on stretchers.
so in summary, fun.
The actual work part of it is managable. Althought I am sick as hell of reading about descartes and his pretentious antics, erestius and his boring as shit plays. But soon I will be able to switch to the photo conservatory. Seriously, any time I don't want to wake up, go to a class, write a paper I just imagine scrubbing pots and pans in a hot ass kitchen, waking up to rip cement out of the ground, run around a factory lifting 40 pound boxes for 8 hours. I smile. So many people take this shit for granted. I'm paying for these classes, this opportunity, I chose to be hear, and I'll be the last fucker to forget that. I'm busy here, in many aspects. Socially, academically. It's constants of things to do and places to be. Very interesting because I can't remember the last time my life was like that. The days seem incredibly long, because they are, and I'm doing something every minute, it's refreshing.
Shit, I dunno what to say. Me at a loss for words, go figure. I guess I'm just content. Not taking any of these social situations to seriously, making friends, but unable to escape that feeling in the back of my head that it's just convenient. Missing my family, missing my good friends. Seriously I don't think I'v not seen or hung out with brooks for more than 2 weeks in 5 years, miss the shit out of him and capelli. Liz needs to come visit as well. My family got kittens, I had them save one for me. Maximus is his name. I'll be with him on break and then probably move him in with me next year. Me with an animal, go figure. But It actually seems reasonable now, I connect better with animals and small children anyways.
I want to go to a museum and see dinosaurs. If your interested cmoe with me to the city. I'm wondering how everyones doing, trisha, dave,flick,barlow, the goonies. Shit, I don't even know whats on my mind. I need to get in shape, drop some pounds, get slim again. Slim equals good coitus. And we all know my fealings about good coitus. I'v been far to pre-occupied watching all these young kids stumble blindly and drunkenly into sexual mishapps and social blunders to even think about any that would apply to myself. My hair is in a pony-tail, I walk around in slippers wearing a blood brothers shirt and structure shorts. Just one fucked up looking observer of it all. Well atleast until I can drink again. 2 weeks, counting down the days. Kindof pissed an old friend of mine whos on campus shows no interest in hanging out. Meh, my one attempt at effort, see if I continue to make one, don't hold your breath. Not much else to say, not much else on my mind. I am happy, I would like some pizza from Buffalo. I would like to go lift weights. I would like to take pictures. I would Like some nice beer. I would like some coitus. Nevermind the graffitti, eyes on the cracks.