CONQUERED. OH YES. BOW DOWN.
wow. it's been a long while since i've last updated. things have been going gr8. i'm gonna play a little catch up.
THURSDAY+++
i woke to the ringing of my alarm. it's one of those cheap yet cool manual alarm clocks. the ones from ikea that ring fuckin' loud as hell. SERIOUSLY. IT'S FUCKING LOUD. MY NEIGHBORS WAKE UP WHEN I WAKE UP. THAT'S HOW THINGS GO AROUND HERE-- I CALL THE SHOTS. anyways.. i was in a rush to get to class. art history went fine, i think our instructor let us out halfway through class. there are few things in life that make me happier than this. I LOVE GETTING OUT EARLY. I DON'T KNOW WHY. after class i came back to my pad and chillaxed for a couple of hours. (i have a few hours between art history and us history) i drove back to school for my afternoon class. we got a lot of shit covered. my history instructor is great. he uses devices such as humor, sarcasm, and pajama pants to provide us with all the necessary info for future tests. YES, THIS FUCKER WEARS PAJAMA PANTS TO TEACH. HE IS A MACHINE. class went smoothly-- he let us out early, as usual. this is when my weekend started. i drove back to my apartment in 2fast2furious fashion. (!INTENDED UNDERSTATING BEGINS!) i heard what i wanted to hear and operations went smoothly. i planned for "round 1" to begin. it did. (!INTENDED UNDERSTATING ENDS!)
FRIDAY+++
round 2.
SATURDAY (MY BIRTHDAY LOL)+++
ever wake up in a great mood? i did. i farted around the apartment for a bit. anabel called me. i haven't heard from her in a long while. somewhat uninsterested, i conversed with her for a half hour or so. we did the usual catching up. she wanted me to come visit her for a bit. i had an agenda for the day, so i shoved her into whatever free time i had. i did a little bit of laundry, a little bit of dank, and showered. i finalized plans with my sister (FOR MY BIRTHDAY DINNER) and headed out. plans went smoothly. i returned to my apartment later that evening. VERY INTENSE margaritas happened. they were so fucking sour and strong. i drank a couple and did a little bit more dank. ERRBODY IN DA CLUB GETTIN TIPSY. i passed pretty early in the evening.
SUNDAY (DINNER WITH MY FAMILY)+++
i woke up at 4pm. wtf. i had plans to be at my parent's house at 4! i was surprised that they didn't call me to wake me up. WTF. MY CELL PHONE WAS OFF! MY BATTERY WAS DEAD. i jumped out bed, frantically shoved the charger into my cell phone, and hopped into the shower. my conditioner leaves my hair silky+smooth. it's gr8. i got out of the shower and grabbed my cell. no voicemails from my rents, so i called them. they figured i would call them when i was ready, so it was great. i told them i'd be over in a bit and headed out. being with your family is so much more fun when you don't live with them. you learn new stuff and enjoy home-cooked meals. i'd be lying if i said i don't miss my family-- they're great people.. but i definately enjoy my own personal space. dinner was great. my dad made me gumbo and it was better than EVAR. i will be returning today to grab ass loads of leftovers and steal my mother's hair-dryer. (I LEARNED THAT I NEED A BLOW-DRYER. I DIDN'T KNOW MY HAIR COULD BE DRY SO FAST) i returned to an apartment full of faggots. LOLJK IT WAS MY PALZ WAITING FOR ME TO PARTICIPATE IN ANOTHER DANK SESSION. WUT A BUNCHA GR8 D00DZ.
that brings you all up to date.. it's now 8:45A monday morning.. i have yet to sleep. i spent a good amount of the evening trying to unclog my toilet. i am pleased to inform you readers that i was, in fact, able to unclog it. that was the initial intent of this entry-- i just wanted to give myself e-props for murdering the toilet. anyways. have a great day, kiddos.
LESS THAN THREE,
MIKE.
THURSDAY+++
i woke to the ringing of my alarm. it's one of those cheap yet cool manual alarm clocks. the ones from ikea that ring fuckin' loud as hell. SERIOUSLY. IT'S FUCKING LOUD. MY NEIGHBORS WAKE UP WHEN I WAKE UP. THAT'S HOW THINGS GO AROUND HERE-- I CALL THE SHOTS. anyways.. i was in a rush to get to class. art history went fine, i think our instructor let us out halfway through class. there are few things in life that make me happier than this. I LOVE GETTING OUT EARLY. I DON'T KNOW WHY. after class i came back to my pad and chillaxed for a couple of hours. (i have a few hours between art history and us history) i drove back to school for my afternoon class. we got a lot of shit covered. my history instructor is great. he uses devices such as humor, sarcasm, and pajama pants to provide us with all the necessary info for future tests. YES, THIS FUCKER WEARS PAJAMA PANTS TO TEACH. HE IS A MACHINE. class went smoothly-- he let us out early, as usual. this is when my weekend started. i drove back to my apartment in 2fast2furious fashion. (!INTENDED UNDERSTATING BEGINS!) i heard what i wanted to hear and operations went smoothly. i planned for "round 1" to begin. it did. (!INTENDED UNDERSTATING ENDS!)
FRIDAY+++
round 2.
SATURDAY (MY BIRTHDAY LOL)+++
ever wake up in a great mood? i did. i farted around the apartment for a bit. anabel called me. i haven't heard from her in a long while. somewhat uninsterested, i conversed with her for a half hour or so. we did the usual catching up. she wanted me to come visit her for a bit. i had an agenda for the day, so i shoved her into whatever free time i had. i did a little bit of laundry, a little bit of dank, and showered. i finalized plans with my sister (FOR MY BIRTHDAY DINNER) and headed out. plans went smoothly. i returned to my apartment later that evening. VERY INTENSE margaritas happened. they were so fucking sour and strong. i drank a couple and did a little bit more dank. ERRBODY IN DA CLUB GETTIN TIPSY. i passed pretty early in the evening.
SUNDAY (DINNER WITH MY FAMILY)+++
i woke up at 4pm. wtf. i had plans to be at my parent's house at 4! i was surprised that they didn't call me to wake me up. WTF. MY CELL PHONE WAS OFF! MY BATTERY WAS DEAD. i jumped out bed, frantically shoved the charger into my cell phone, and hopped into the shower. my conditioner leaves my hair silky+smooth. it's gr8. i got out of the shower and grabbed my cell. no voicemails from my rents, so i called them. they figured i would call them when i was ready, so it was great. i told them i'd be over in a bit and headed out. being with your family is so much more fun when you don't live with them. you learn new stuff and enjoy home-cooked meals. i'd be lying if i said i don't miss my family-- they're great people.. but i definately enjoy my own personal space. dinner was great. my dad made me gumbo and it was better than EVAR. i will be returning today to grab ass loads of leftovers and steal my mother's hair-dryer. (I LEARNED THAT I NEED A BLOW-DRYER. I DIDN'T KNOW MY HAIR COULD BE DRY SO FAST) i returned to an apartment full of faggots. LOLJK IT WAS MY PALZ WAITING FOR ME TO PARTICIPATE IN ANOTHER DANK SESSION. WUT A BUNCHA GR8 D00DZ.
that brings you all up to date.. it's now 8:45A monday morning.. i have yet to sleep. i spent a good amount of the evening trying to unclog my toilet. i am pleased to inform you readers that i was, in fact, able to unclog it. that was the initial intent of this entry-- i just wanted to give myself e-props for murdering the toilet. anyways. have a great day, kiddos.
LESS THAN THREE,
MIKE.