you know your life has gone to pot when...

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you know your life has gone to pot when the highlight of your day (week, even), is going to you chemistry lab and psuedo-hanging out with what you've deemed in you mind as "my boys", and quoting 'anchorman' at times when it's wholly unnecessary (parts about whore island and too much pubic hair included), and talking about the racists halloween costumes you could wear, but won't for political correctness, and reasoning why eating sushi is a better way to waste money, instead of buying said halloween costumes, and trying not to judge one of "my boys" too harshly b/c he has smokes the occassionally joint (though drug use irks you pretty badly), and wondering why he won't stop flicking your goggles and accousting you for blinking every.single.time, and making bets on who should, and how much of an acid-filled solution should they drink, and why dressing like a whore doesn't necessarily make you one, and laughing at the guy who works at the mayo clinic, who's waiting for the other guy to come into the hospital, drunk and overdosed, so he can shove a catheter up his...well...you know, and absolutely loving/hating the fact that lab is done an hour early, b/c even though you'll be home in time to catch e.r., it will be another week until you get to hang out with the boys once again.

man, my weirdness never ceases to amaze me. but whatever makes me smile, right? i've at least gotten the luxury of not having to buy suits now, in order to break me out of my existential funk (yep, that's anchorman)..."my boys" did it for me. good grief...why can't the rest of my life be like chem lab...minus the chem...and the goggles...wait, scratch that...leave the goggles in.

now if only my mom would pick up the gosh darn phone. *sigh*