first entry
well. this is gonna be my first journal entry... in forever
i never kept a journal, actually that's a lie, i kept a journal, but wrote stoopid shit in it.
I like my class, Science of Fat. It feels more like a college class, as oppossed to the last quarter where it was more like drug counseling with mathematics involved. Damn, that's another lie, i liked my class last quarter, i'm biased because i wasn't attracted to the female classmates as much as i was hoping to be. -AND- here i am, being all proper n' shit. i could just come out and say that them bitches was ugly (but that too would be a lie) and that these bitches is fine (which isn't a lie, but rather offensive).
I should start looking for people that write in journals and see what it does to their sanity. I can't tell if it's hurting or helping me. Well any-fuckin'-hoo, i guess i should start lookin' for friends on this Live Journal. Well, as long as i'm listing things to do, i'll spice up this entry by adding a "to-do list"
Murdoc, you will do these things:
# Find friends on Live Journal
# Find someone to sell you a cheap statistics book
# Finish writing letter to Raye
# Get on those fuckin' Xmas presenst you sunofabitch!
# Shower sometime in between that
# Get aquainted with the lil' Asian girls next door, teach them about Uncle Old Crow Whiskey, and Auntie Skyy Vodka
# Get a cabbit and name it Phanta (cat + rabbit = cabbit)
# Work on scoring with a chick you actually know
# Make amends with Steffie, and everyone else you pissed off, except for Steve
# Get yo damn license! (they made a song bout peeps like you, somethin' about bein' a SCRUB)
# Stop listing shit, and finish this fucking entry
Peash... and carrots.
i never kept a journal, actually that's a lie, i kept a journal, but wrote stoopid shit in it.
I like my class, Science of Fat. It feels more like a college class, as oppossed to the last quarter where it was more like drug counseling with mathematics involved. Damn, that's another lie, i liked my class last quarter, i'm biased because i wasn't attracted to the female classmates as much as i was hoping to be. -AND- here i am, being all proper n' shit. i could just come out and say that them bitches was ugly (but that too would be a lie) and that these bitches is fine (which isn't a lie, but rather offensive).
I should start looking for people that write in journals and see what it does to their sanity. I can't tell if it's hurting or helping me. Well any-fuckin'-hoo, i guess i should start lookin' for friends on this Live Journal. Well, as long as i'm listing things to do, i'll spice up this entry by adding a "to-do list"
Murdoc, you will do these things:
# Find friends on Live Journal
# Find someone to sell you a cheap statistics book
# Finish writing letter to Raye
# Get on those fuckin' Xmas presenst you sunofabitch!
# Shower sometime in between that
# Get aquainted with the lil' Asian girls next door, teach them about Uncle Old Crow Whiskey, and Auntie Skyy Vodka
# Get a cabbit and name it Phanta (cat + rabbit = cabbit)
# Work on scoring with a chick you actually know
# Make amends with Steffie, and everyone else you pissed off, except for Steve
# Get yo damn license! (they made a song bout peeps like you, somethin' about bein' a SCRUB)
# Stop listing shit, and finish this fucking entry
Peash... and carrots.