Blister On My Artificial Limb
Update on life: Dumb.
Have an exam tomorrow morning.
Have a paper and an exam due Friday for my online class.
Going to Art Basel Wednesday afternoon.
Deciding on whether or not to fail my IR class Friday.
A 10 page paper for that same class due next Wednesday.
And don't get me started on the art installation.
Getting together at Jessica's was fun. Beyonce is awesome. Mira is still lame.
The guys have a new obsession with MK vs DC, which is great because I'm going to master Green Lantern.
I suck at billiards. Or maybe I just can't play with an overbearing partner.
Linnett's birthday is coming up. Unfortunately she gave me a present so I have to return the favor. I'm no good at choosing presents. I don't like giving clothes. And drawings are sucky unless they're huge. Remember the good old days when Barbies were totally acceptable gifts?
And now an excerpt from a Weezer song I can relate to:
I'm growing out my hair
I'm movin' out to Cherokee
I'm gonna be a rock star
And you will go to bed with me
'Cos I can't work a job
Like any other slob
Punchin' in and punchin' out
And suckin' up to Bob
Have an exam tomorrow morning.
Have a paper and an exam due Friday for my online class.
Going to Art Basel Wednesday afternoon.
Deciding on whether or not to fail my IR class Friday.
A 10 page paper for that same class due next Wednesday.
And don't get me started on the art installation.
Getting together at Jessica's was fun. Beyonce is awesome. Mira is still lame.
The guys have a new obsession with MK vs DC, which is great because I'm going to master Green Lantern.
I suck at billiards. Or maybe I just can't play with an overbearing partner.
Linnett's birthday is coming up. Unfortunately she gave me a present so I have to return the favor. I'm no good at choosing presents. I don't like giving clothes. And drawings are sucky unless they're huge. Remember the good old days when Barbies were totally acceptable gifts?
And now an excerpt from a Weezer song I can relate to:
I'm growing out my hair
I'm movin' out to Cherokee
I'm gonna be a rock star
And you will go to bed with me
'Cos I can't work a job
Like any other slob
Punchin' in and punchin' out
And suckin' up to Bob