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bj called me last night in incredible pain saying that he was going to the hospital and that he wouldn't be able to call me later like he promised he would. i feel bad that he called me while in pain to make sure i wouldn't end up getting mad at him. meoh. but yeah, he has a kidney stone and is on lots of drugs now. this is the second kidney stone he's had and he's 23. jeeze. he must be doing something wrong. i told him to pipe it down with all of the vitamin water. i think that too much vitamin c can cause kidney stones. i dont know. nonetheless, may the force be with him and his peepee passing a rock.
last night i pretty much decided that there was no way i was going to write the rough draft of the paper for social psychology. so instead, i read through research and made an outline, while drinking grape cranberry springwater and vodka with ang. my priorities are excellent. she saw a picture of my brother and decided he's hot and so she macked on him and it was terribly disturbing. it still makes me shudder.
i love the art students here who give off the vibe that they are artists and they're work is superior or that art is their entire life and they know everything about everything. it's reasons like this that make me so glad i never went to art school. i dont think i could handle the narcissistic "art fags" (sorry, that's pretty much the only term that comes to mind).
i have not seen the sun for about a week now. it's really bringing me down. lots of headaches for some reason and drousy as hell. no good.
there's a blatant smell of pumpkin pie. it's glorious. where is it coming from!? i NEED to find it. (after smelling around the hall, i think it's my pumpkin spice candle. wow. i didn't know it had such potential. i'm impressed. awesome.)
last night i pretty much decided that there was no way i was going to write the rough draft of the paper for social psychology. so instead, i read through research and made an outline, while drinking grape cranberry springwater and vodka with ang. my priorities are excellent. she saw a picture of my brother and decided he's hot and so she macked on him and it was terribly disturbing. it still makes me shudder.
i love the art students here who give off the vibe that they are artists and they're work is superior or that art is their entire life and they know everything about everything. it's reasons like this that make me so glad i never went to art school. i dont think i could handle the narcissistic "art fags" (sorry, that's pretty much the only term that comes to mind).
i have not seen the sun for about a week now. it's really bringing me down. lots of headaches for some reason and drousy as hell. no good.
there's a blatant smell of pumpkin pie. it's glorious. where is it coming from!? i NEED to find it. (after smelling around the hall, i think it's my pumpkin spice candle. wow. i didn't know it had such potential. i'm impressed. awesome.)