I'm just comin' here to come down...
To explain the post below this: my Sweet Angel, sweeter than all the sweetness in the universe with a halo that shines brighter than all of the stars in the night's sky, is not mine, unfortunately. It was partially my shyness doing me in, but my young friend Isaac didn't help matters out, and in fact, destroyed matters in many cases. Oh well, it's water under the bridge...I wasn't good enough for that Sweet, Sweet Angel anywhom.
So, I make another ally in the sea of douchebags that is Broadcasting class, and this person ends up telling me that they're switching to the morning class come January. This person was just starting to be really awesome. Thumbs down.
Believe it or not, the "Two guys walk into a bar...the third ducked" line got over like gangbusters during my radio shift out at Broadcasting.
I'm "on hold" with Wal-Mart in terms of employment right now...basically, if the guy they want to fill the spot doesn't get back to them by January 7th, I have the job, or something.
Eat: the name of the best diner in Plainfield.
I finally found a country song that I'm really into: Willie Nelson's "The Harder They Come". I've also been listening to an abnormal amount of Eels stuff lately. Also, get your hands on some Dick Justice music; it's greatness.
Donnie Deutsch: Best. Name. Ever.
I nearly hit Santa Claus with my mom's car today. Happy Kwanza.
College is for fags. In other news, I have sex with boys.*
* - No, I don't, Dad. It's a joke.
Cock. Balls. Later.
So, I make another ally in the sea of douchebags that is Broadcasting class, and this person ends up telling me that they're switching to the morning class come January. This person was just starting to be really awesome. Thumbs down.
Believe it or not, the "Two guys walk into a bar...the third ducked" line got over like gangbusters during my radio shift out at Broadcasting.
I'm "on hold" with Wal-Mart in terms of employment right now...basically, if the guy they want to fill the spot doesn't get back to them by January 7th, I have the job, or something.
Eat: the name of the best diner in Plainfield.
I finally found a country song that I'm really into: Willie Nelson's "The Harder They Come". I've also been listening to an abnormal amount of Eels stuff lately. Also, get your hands on some Dick Justice music; it's greatness.
Donnie Deutsch: Best. Name. Ever.
I nearly hit Santa Claus with my mom's car today. Happy Kwanza.
College is for fags. In other news, I have sex with boys.*
* - No, I don't, Dad. It's a joke.
Cock. Balls. Later.