College
here we go...
right now im in new orleans. its interesting. its different. its still humid. the women are hairy. the men are huge. everyone has dredds or twists. (the ones with twists will soon have dredds) theres so much to tell and so little time. well ill start here....
we all know about the last night of me and katy so theres no reason to go back over it. i will say this though, i miss her so much. does that make me gay? well i guess that would make me the opposite of gay. thats good. :/ ok getting off track.. my roommate. i hate him with a passion that i have never known before. hes the worst person in the world. i hope all the bad things in life happen to him and only him. hes a skinny black man with wirey short hair and hes the most religious person in the world. he wrote me a 4 page letter over the summer, to introduce himself i guess.... well anyway now. he sounds very femine. and get this, he doesnt want to keep intouch with any of his other friends so hes tryin to make new ones here. and because hes doing that hes bringing ev-er-y-sing-le person he sees to our room. theyre mostly women... hairy new orleans women. and occasionally a guy. another femine guy. this looks so bad for me. hairy women and femine guys comin to my room all hours of the day. its like a circus. minus the clowns.
my room is small and boxy. it has four walls and tile floor. stragely enough, my room is the only room without carpet. why? because god hates me. the air conditioner doesnt want to turn off. when i try to turn it off it shocks me. did i mention the constant condensation on the floor? mix that with the shocking of the conditioner and what do you get? the death of timothy richardson, freshman. (the walls are light light blue and the floors are emerald green with specs of white. our decorator was retarded)
i miss katy.
next in the list, the food. the food is desirable. i dont know what that means but i heard someone say that somewhere about the food that they had to eat. moving on..
umm i really dont know what else i could say right now. the only 2 thoughs crossing my mind are that i hate my roommate and that i miss my katy so much.
actually i thought that this entry was going to be alot longer than it really is. oh well though. i dont really mind the college life, but its not like i know what the life is yet.
oh! i know what i can talk about. the french quarter. too many fuckin people for me, but its interesting and somewhat fun. im cordially inviting everyone to new orleans this year for mardis gras. a hotel room will be rented on burbon street and we will have fun. thats basically it.
ok ive been instructed to stop typing in here and go to sleep. im not going to go to sleep but i will stop in here. im too tired to remember all the shit that ive been through the past couple days.
RECAP
im in college, i hate my roommate, my room sucks,.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................i miss HER so much. (im such a little punk)
......not that long
right now im in new orleans. its interesting. its different. its still humid. the women are hairy. the men are huge. everyone has dredds or twists. (the ones with twists will soon have dredds) theres so much to tell and so little time. well ill start here....
we all know about the last night of me and katy so theres no reason to go back over it. i will say this though, i miss her so much. does that make me gay? well i guess that would make me the opposite of gay. thats good. :/ ok getting off track.. my roommate. i hate him with a passion that i have never known before. hes the worst person in the world. i hope all the bad things in life happen to him and only him. hes a skinny black man with wirey short hair and hes the most religious person in the world. he wrote me a 4 page letter over the summer, to introduce himself i guess.... well anyway now. he sounds very femine. and get this, he doesnt want to keep intouch with any of his other friends so hes tryin to make new ones here. and because hes doing that hes bringing ev-er-y-sing-le person he sees to our room. theyre mostly women... hairy new orleans women. and occasionally a guy. another femine guy. this looks so bad for me. hairy women and femine guys comin to my room all hours of the day. its like a circus. minus the clowns.
my room is small and boxy. it has four walls and tile floor. stragely enough, my room is the only room without carpet. why? because god hates me. the air conditioner doesnt want to turn off. when i try to turn it off it shocks me. did i mention the constant condensation on the floor? mix that with the shocking of the conditioner and what do you get? the death of timothy richardson, freshman. (the walls are light light blue and the floors are emerald green with specs of white. our decorator was retarded)
i miss katy.
next in the list, the food. the food is desirable. i dont know what that means but i heard someone say that somewhere about the food that they had to eat. moving on..
umm i really dont know what else i could say right now. the only 2 thoughs crossing my mind are that i hate my roommate and that i miss my katy so much.
actually i thought that this entry was going to be alot longer than it really is. oh well though. i dont really mind the college life, but its not like i know what the life is yet.
oh! i know what i can talk about. the french quarter. too many fuckin people for me, but its interesting and somewhat fun. im cordially inviting everyone to new orleans this year for mardis gras. a hotel room will be rented on burbon street and we will have fun. thats basically it.
ok ive been instructed to stop typing in here and go to sleep. im not going to go to sleep but i will stop in here. im too tired to remember all the shit that ive been through the past couple days.
RECAP
im in college, i hate my roommate, my room sucks,.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................i miss HER so much. (im such a little punk)
......not that long