"You know, I've gotten kinda sick of coming up with subject lines" - Ian S.
For roughly half an hour today, I felt fucking great. I had just got out of the gym and was walking through the blizzard back to my dorm. Thanks to the endorphins, I was buzzing. My outlook was positively cheery, nothing could keep me down! The campus was beautiful! Then I hit the union... I crashed then. Bitterness sank in; resentment began to grow towards complete strangers who were probably very nice people. Point of the story? Endorphins feel better, but drugs last longer. That's the type of shit they don't teach ya' in school.
I went to a rather funny comedian tonight. His name was Dan Adhoot, and I was expecting to not laugh or just split early. His jokes were a little rough at times, but he had me dying other times. Kinda got me thinking about going to see other comedians.
The other part of the night has been spent on my computer, swaddled in 3 layers (including a fleece blanket), praying to the heater god to operate long enough to warm my numb hands. I wish I was making this up.
I wish I could gone to see the Dresden Dolls last week. It was five hours of driving though. Well, they are playing in Germany soon....
I went to a rather funny comedian tonight. His name was Dan Adhoot, and I was expecting to not laugh or just split early. His jokes were a little rough at times, but he had me dying other times. Kinda got me thinking about going to see other comedians.
The other part of the night has been spent on my computer, swaddled in 3 layers (including a fleece blanket), praying to the heater god to operate long enough to warm my numb hands. I wish I was making this up.
I wish I could gone to see the Dresden Dolls last week. It was five hours of driving though. Well, they are playing in Germany soon....