My friday Evenings
Well....it seems that it is friday evening during the mid summer and I am, yet again, sitting at my computer complaining to the e-masses as I drink myself into a lonely oblivion call sociopathy. I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel as I see this first summer semester come to a close. I will be sleeping in one week from now as my two finals are next saturday. After that day I breathe the free air and a sigh of relief as I continue my life as a junior. Until then I have another dynamics test, an entire dynamics project to conduct involving my motorcycle and a possible sacrifice of my well-being. In the meanwhile, all I can do is reminisce of happier, sexier times and all but relive them. I see about as much action as guitar strings touching a fretboard. I guess the only thing I can say at this point is Bravo Mugsy! And poo on you Josh. As for nate....uh....fuck you? I think prescott has some sort of no sex law? I could be wrong, but does anyone feel like looking it up? Anyhoo, maybe this weekend or next I'll venture into the dangerous world of motorcycle oil-changing. Then before I ride back to Rancho Mirage for the 4th of july weekend, I'd like to take it to the mechanic to check the brakes/clutch/general engine performance out. People better fucking come out and visit me before I come home in august, and by people I mean nate and mugsy... I am about to have like my third drink of CHEAP rum so I'm going to go before I become more unintelligible than usual and also so I can go call all the people that I swear I shouldnt call drunk when I'm sober. I think that's one of the stages of alcoholism...Peace out yo..