letter to no one in particular
Coughing fits abound in Biology 1102. After being a major distraction and interruption to the professor for a full minute, I had enough oxygen to run to the bathroom and cough and cough some more. Stupid, stupid walking pneumonia and/or bronchitis and/or the health center does not know what the fuck I have so I am taking woozy moodzy antibiotics.
This past weekend was a blast with partying starting on Thursday. Much wine ingestion. Friday was also fun, though my friend Ragu puked all over Dustan and Dale's couch to much unpopular dissent. Also, there is this guy I know who seems to be the biggest dick fuck in existence. Am I to be understanding? Empathetic? I dare not. Alas, so comes Saturday and with it Mac house drinking along with a kick ass party with many a band playing and vodka and sloppy dancing and kisses were had by all. Manic panic. Not only that, but it was legit with a hot pink wristband. Rock.
I hate school. I hate the way it is set up. I love learning and I love scholarly thought. If it were not for the fact that I would be letting Annie and Brittany down, I would move home for a semester. Leases are in the process of being signed as I am in the process of procrastination. I am not worried about the future. I met with my academic adviser yesterday and I have probably a little more than a year of college left. Whatever, no matter. She took a look at my transcripts and for the past two semesters she commented on the fact that when I fell, I plummeted. So it goes. Here are a few more cliche terms for your enjoyment.
This past weekend was a blast with partying starting on Thursday. Much wine ingestion. Friday was also fun, though my friend Ragu puked all over Dustan and Dale's couch to much unpopular dissent. Also, there is this guy I know who seems to be the biggest dick fuck in existence. Am I to be understanding? Empathetic? I dare not. Alas, so comes Saturday and with it Mac house drinking along with a kick ass party with many a band playing and vodka and sloppy dancing and kisses were had by all. Manic panic. Not only that, but it was legit with a hot pink wristband. Rock.
I hate school. I hate the way it is set up. I love learning and I love scholarly thought. If it were not for the fact that I would be letting Annie and Brittany down, I would move home for a semester. Leases are in the process of being signed as I am in the process of procrastination. I am not worried about the future. I met with my academic adviser yesterday and I have probably a little more than a year of college left. Whatever, no matter. She took a look at my transcripts and for the past two semesters she commented on the fact that when I fell, I plummeted. So it goes. Here are a few more cliche terms for your enjoyment.