So My Guy Gave Me Herpes. Great.
I had another strange dream last night, which involved my dad telling me I needed a haircut, to which i vehemently protested, being part of a very unusual commune, to which some hot celebrity visited and photographed, being a contestant on the mole, from which i was fairly quickly executed, and making out with a straight boy, who was offering his services as a consolation for my loss.
Also, It involved travelling all over the world, which made me very happy.
Out of all the potential lessons I could have gained from this, here's the one I took:
I should study abroad.
Now the question(s) is/are:
Where?
How to still graduate in the next million years?
When?
What to do about living accomodations while I'm gone?
Any ideas, my peeps?
PS: The title of my post is actually something I heard a girl walking by say a minute ago. I don't have herpes.
She does.
PPS: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/38664
Also, It involved travelling all over the world, which made me very happy.
Out of all the potential lessons I could have gained from this, here's the one I took:
I should study abroad.
Now the question(s) is/are:
Where?
How to still graduate in the next million years?
When?
What to do about living accomodations while I'm gone?
Any ideas, my peeps?
PS: The title of my post is actually something I heard a girl walking by say a minute ago. I don't have herpes.
She does.
PPS: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/38664