Aaaaaahhh...
*sigh*
So I have decided that one of the most depressing things in life is sitting mid-completion of a massive homework project and not necessarily seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. You take breaks, but there really is no break, 'cause you always know in the back of your mind that once you are done taking your break, you have so much more left to complete on your homework. So it becomes a constant struggle between actually doing your work and sitting mid-stride in a state of utter depression. Which is where I am at right now. Homework sucks. And this quarter is one of the most un-motivating quarters I have ever been involved in, (aside from the fall quarter when Big Seth and I lived together in Barto and we were drunk damn near every night). Still though. I am so close to getting done with school and never having to take meaningless, stupid classes ever again. I just can't find any motivation to get my shizz done. Know what I mean. Whew...anyways...moving on...
Alison and Zak came up this past weekend and us and Jessica, Lydia and Big Seth all went out to the bars on Friday night. Wow. That was fun. I haven't been that drunk in a while. And I know I said I wasn't gonna drink like that again, but there are exceptions to every rule. And Friday night was that exception. It was just cool to chill nd take a much-needed break from scholarly activites. Zak grew some facial hair too. I just had to mention that because it was so odd to see it on him. But to tell you the truth, I liked it. It made him look much, much older. And for him I think that is a good thing. Alison looked hot as usual. ;) But what can you expect from Ms. Alison Powell. Nothing but the best, that's what. So we chilled like champs Friday night and then on Saturday, while most humans were doing something productive, I was sleeping and moping around all day with a massive hangover-induced headache. Yeah. It sucked. Oh well.
I just remembered...Kathy Sand, I had a dream about you the other night. It was such an odd dream too. Maybe it was because I have been watching Seth play too many shooter video games, I dunno. Anyways, I was this sniper Bourne Identity-kind of guy with a silenced rifle and a pistol and I was in the basement of this modern house and you and I were laying on this couch watching a movie, and I had my arm around you when all of a sudden, I got up and left the TV room and hid around the corner. These three guys came walking down the stairs to kill you but they didn't see me and I shot every one of them in their heads with my silenced rifle. And then I was running next door, cause that is where I lived in my dream and I was thinking 'Oh jeeze...what have I done. People are gonna find out about this' So I took off all my clothes and burned them and then snuck back into your house and took the bodies outside and buried them. And all this time, Kathy, you are sitting on your couch watching me do all this, with a look of sheer horror on your face. And I woke up thinking that the CSI people would find out about me killing those three guys. It was a strange, rather frightening dream.
Well...I have dawdled too long writing about meaningless stuff. I have wasted homework time and I must get back to it.
You've all been a great audience. Enjoy Snow (informer baby!)
-Parker