Rewind... Start Over...
For whatever reason, perhaps boredom, perhaps some unexplained phenomena that makes my self centered ass think the world cares, I have decided to actually use this mofo. Who knows how long that'll last. I do tend to forget about things, because I'm cool like that.
Summer's almost over. I'm super duper excited to go back to school, man. This living at home thing sucks some serious ass. It sucked before, but now that I know what it's like to not live with my parents it's a million times worse. It's bad, though, because I still haven't fixed my schedule and gotten real classes, or gotten a job, or done anything to prepare. I'm going to die. And I can't find my student ID. So I'm fucked. I have to a) find it, b) fork over $25 for a new one, or c) just not be able to use my meal plan or get into my dorm. Fuck man. If you were my ID, where would I have put you?
I leave for Paris in exactly 2 weeks. I'm so excited. I love being a museum geek.
Today's my dad's birthday. My dad sucks, I could be down at school drinking and shit, but noooo i have to stay here and have pizza and antipasto with him and my family. At least this is the last night I have to deal with the horrible cousins. Then they go home, and I go... home for all intents and purposes. It's sad that South Jersey really did become my home. Like, all of my crap is here, but I like being there. Hmm. I suck at life.
I keep forgetting to call Dan. I feel bad, because I told him I would. But I'm not really blowing him off, I can't really get away from the family. And I don't really feel the real need to hang out with him, but he is pretty cool. New Chris keeps calling me. I really should really like him, but I don't. I don't know what it is, perhaps it's that he's nice, or a good kid, or I don't know. He is a God-kid, though, which kind of frightens me. But at least he has the balls/discipline to believe in something? Who knows, man.
Yeah, that's all I have for now because I rule like that. Perhaps there will be more where this came from. Perhaps not. It doesn't really matter, though, I'm sure.
Peace out homeslices. Have fun. And we all must hang out lots before I leave for France, because I don't think anyone will be around when I get back. Except the people who will be, in that case we must hang out lots before and after my Paris trip.
Summer's almost over. I'm super duper excited to go back to school, man. This living at home thing sucks some serious ass. It sucked before, but now that I know what it's like to not live with my parents it's a million times worse. It's bad, though, because I still haven't fixed my schedule and gotten real classes, or gotten a job, or done anything to prepare. I'm going to die. And I can't find my student ID. So I'm fucked. I have to a) find it, b) fork over $25 for a new one, or c) just not be able to use my meal plan or get into my dorm. Fuck man. If you were my ID, where would I have put you?
I leave for Paris in exactly 2 weeks. I'm so excited. I love being a museum geek.
Today's my dad's birthday. My dad sucks, I could be down at school drinking and shit, but noooo i have to stay here and have pizza and antipasto with him and my family. At least this is the last night I have to deal with the horrible cousins. Then they go home, and I go... home for all intents and purposes. It's sad that South Jersey really did become my home. Like, all of my crap is here, but I like being there. Hmm. I suck at life.
I keep forgetting to call Dan. I feel bad, because I told him I would. But I'm not really blowing him off, I can't really get away from the family. And I don't really feel the real need to hang out with him, but he is pretty cool. New Chris keeps calling me. I really should really like him, but I don't. I don't know what it is, perhaps it's that he's nice, or a good kid, or I don't know. He is a God-kid, though, which kind of frightens me. But at least he has the balls/discipline to believe in something? Who knows, man.
Yeah, that's all I have for now because I rule like that. Perhaps there will be more where this came from. Perhaps not. It doesn't really matter, though, I'm sure.
Peace out homeslices. Have fun. And we all must hang out lots before I leave for France, because I don't think anyone will be around when I get back. Except the people who will be, in that case we must hang out lots before and after my Paris trip.