If living is the problem, well, that's just baffling...
I leave for Orientation in exactly one month. What til then?
Three of those weeks are shot, right off the bat. Rock Band? Not as fulfilling as I had thought. Kevin has Team Fortress 2, I get to pretend like I have drumming abilities.
Kevin is up at one in the morning sobbing, and I'm awake at 4 and can conjure neither a tear nor a drop of eloquence. How poignant? Psh naw.
Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. That name has been in my life, in one form or another, for the last four years, and I have a feeling that the chickenfucker is somehow going to follow me to Albany. God damn it.
5 hits for a 5 on Wednesday. On the way there, we'll listen to It'5! and go 55 mph on the way to the disco. I'm sorry, I'm babbling.
Change? Overrated. Why would I want to change? Then I'd be happy and would have nothing to whine about.
To tie this entry up in a neat little package:
Classes begin in exactly two months and two days. What til then?
Three of those weeks are shot, right off the bat. Rock Band? Not as fulfilling as I had thought. Kevin has Team Fortress 2, I get to pretend like I have drumming abilities.
Kevin is up at one in the morning sobbing, and I'm awake at 4 and can conjure neither a tear nor a drop of eloquence. How poignant? Psh naw.
Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. That name has been in my life, in one form or another, for the last four years, and I have a feeling that the chickenfucker is somehow going to follow me to Albany. God damn it.
5 hits for a 5 on Wednesday. On the way there, we'll listen to It'5! and go 55 mph on the way to the disco. I'm sorry, I'm babbling.
Change? Overrated. Why would I want to change? Then I'd be happy and would have nothing to whine about.
To tie this entry up in a neat little package:
Classes begin in exactly two months and two days. What til then?