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I rarely remember that I have a livejournal. Right now, I obviously remember. I don't know why I still have it. Maybe to look back and laugh at how immature I was, or something like that. In my last post I sounded really pretentious and I think maybe I tried to come off as some type of ass-kicker, but I'm not at all. Except one time I got a little too drunk and tried to fight the Montana football team. Well, apparently that's what happened, but it could also be that my friends are messing with me because I don't remember.
If anyone still reads this maybe they're interested in a life update. School, single, not interested, transferring to a Boulder, CO, got some flowers today, and regularly eats granola. That's pretty much it. Oh and I just discovered the hole in my screen where all the flies keep crawling in. Little do they know that there is no food in here and all of the lighting is fluorescent, so they're pretty much goners after a day or two. Oh, and I hate my roommate. The little cunt is from NYC, cool city that apparently didn't raise this one right. She's at rugby practice right now. Finally I can open my mouth (If I open it around her I'll verbally assault her until she punches me and I'm just not into the whole black eye thing right now).
So, next semester will be lovely because I plan on living in the Himalayan Mountain Range. Right next to my two best buddies, Everest and K-2. I think my surroundings influence me too much. I'm too sad right now because I'm just not that into Missoula, MT anymore. Hmph. But back to the Himalayan thing, I'll finally get to meet some real sherpas and get away from all the faces I don't want to know. Sounds cynical, but this campus is just way smaller than I had expected. Although it is nice to stumble across the occasional happy faced friend carrying a joint. Sharing is a big thing here, and I like it!
I saw the "Writer's Block" section when I logged in. After enough lent-inspired facebook status' and after reading their suggested prompt, it finally occurred to me that today is Ash Wednesday, Hoorah! Now I feel a teensy bit bad about laughing at the girl with dirt on her forehead. I'm just going to tell myself that it really was dirt so I can still laugh about it. So to take their prompt and give it a go...
I don't think I'd want to give up anything for 40 days. I'm not religious, so it doesn't apply to me. But since you asked livejournal.com, I guess I'd have to say my roommate, and chicken tenders. They are currently big parts of my life, and I feel that I can truly better myself from their absence. I think if I gain one more pound dedicated to my love of chicken tenders I'll be obligated to own a coop and do the chop and fry myself. Just too lazy, you know? I'm a college freshman, I have a college freshman-like reputation to uphold. Which brings me to my next "thing" to give up...
This creature from the swamps of a 3 Bedroom Apt. In Williamsburg which is apparently a hub of Brooklyn. I'm glad I thought of the coop idea. I'm going to build a coop in my room with a complimentary muzzle. That way I can keep the sight of her out, as well as the barking. I need to do my lazy college freshman things without her in my way. Don't worry, I'll be considerate enough to throw an I Heart NYC t-shirt so she won't be lonely.
I just never thought that one person could ruin my views of such a great city. Yeah, yeah, expensive and smelly, and apparently always awake. But New York City rocked my soul. I felt like I feel when I drink wine, Warm and Cheery. I guess that's where Santa Claus gets it, huh?
Okay, well I think I'm all livejournal'd out now. That's not totally true. But I think I might nix my lazy reputation for a couple of hours and knock some shit out. I might even try and febreze the coffee and pretentious smells of my roommate, but I think that might be setting the bar too high. There is such thing as the impossible.
Expect more novel-long posts from me. Because my hands are always shaking. Ta-Ta!
This may just be the longest post I've ever written. I'm going to keep writing anyway. I've doubled my dosage of Vyvanse (GOLD IN A CAPSULE), so I'm just a tiny tad neurotic and wired. Or a lot. What's the difference anyway? Maybe if I keep writing this post will slowly develop into my profile essay for my Expository Writing class (hanging with 18-21 year olds who write and act like 10 year olds). Yeah, it's a trip.
Speaking of trips, I want to make the trip out to Seattle soon. I though it would be closer, but it's 8 hours. I mean, cool, 8 hours. As you could probably tell from the previous paragraph I have ADD, Drone Space Syndrome. So an 8 hour car ride is way too much for me to handle, although I often do anyway. So, if anyone has made it this far and has just a few extra Benjamins, no, not Washingtons, lying around it'd be greatly appreciated. Fucking airfare!
If anyone still reads this maybe they're interested in a life update. School, single, not interested, transferring to a Boulder, CO, got some flowers today, and regularly eats granola. That's pretty much it. Oh and I just discovered the hole in my screen where all the flies keep crawling in. Little do they know that there is no food in here and all of the lighting is fluorescent, so they're pretty much goners after a day or two. Oh, and I hate my roommate. The little cunt is from NYC, cool city that apparently didn't raise this one right. She's at rugby practice right now. Finally I can open my mouth (If I open it around her I'll verbally assault her until she punches me and I'm just not into the whole black eye thing right now).
So, next semester will be lovely because I plan on living in the Himalayan Mountain Range. Right next to my two best buddies, Everest and K-2. I think my surroundings influence me too much. I'm too sad right now because I'm just not that into Missoula, MT anymore. Hmph. But back to the Himalayan thing, I'll finally get to meet some real sherpas and get away from all the faces I don't want to know. Sounds cynical, but this campus is just way smaller than I had expected. Although it is nice to stumble across the occasional happy faced friend carrying a joint. Sharing is a big thing here, and I like it!
I saw the "Writer's Block" section when I logged in. After enough lent-inspired facebook status' and after reading their suggested prompt, it finally occurred to me that today is Ash Wednesday, Hoorah! Now I feel a teensy bit bad about laughing at the girl with dirt on her forehead. I'm just going to tell myself that it really was dirt so I can still laugh about it. So to take their prompt and give it a go...
I don't think I'd want to give up anything for 40 days. I'm not religious, so it doesn't apply to me. But since you asked livejournal.com, I guess I'd have to say my roommate, and chicken tenders. They are currently big parts of my life, and I feel that I can truly better myself from their absence. I think if I gain one more pound dedicated to my love of chicken tenders I'll be obligated to own a coop and do the chop and fry myself. Just too lazy, you know? I'm a college freshman, I have a college freshman-like reputation to uphold. Which brings me to my next "thing" to give up...
This creature from the swamps of a 3 Bedroom Apt. In Williamsburg which is apparently a hub of Brooklyn. I'm glad I thought of the coop idea. I'm going to build a coop in my room with a complimentary muzzle. That way I can keep the sight of her out, as well as the barking. I need to do my lazy college freshman things without her in my way. Don't worry, I'll be considerate enough to throw an I Heart NYC t-shirt so she won't be lonely.
I just never thought that one person could ruin my views of such a great city. Yeah, yeah, expensive and smelly, and apparently always awake. But New York City rocked my soul. I felt like I feel when I drink wine, Warm and Cheery. I guess that's where Santa Claus gets it, huh?
Okay, well I think I'm all livejournal'd out now. That's not totally true. But I think I might nix my lazy reputation for a couple of hours and knock some shit out. I might even try and febreze the coffee and pretentious smells of my roommate, but I think that might be setting the bar too high. There is such thing as the impossible.
Expect more novel-long posts from me. Because my hands are always shaking. Ta-Ta!
This may just be the longest post I've ever written. I'm going to keep writing anyway. I've doubled my dosage of Vyvanse (GOLD IN A CAPSULE), so I'm just a tiny tad neurotic and wired. Or a lot. What's the difference anyway? Maybe if I keep writing this post will slowly develop into my profile essay for my Expository Writing class (hanging with 18-21 year olds who write and act like 10 year olds). Yeah, it's a trip.
Speaking of trips, I want to make the trip out to Seattle soon. I though it would be closer, but it's 8 hours. I mean, cool, 8 hours. As you could probably tell from the previous paragraph I have ADD, Drone Space Syndrome. So an 8 hour car ride is way too much for me to handle, although I often do anyway. So, if anyone has made it this far and has just a few extra Benjamins, no, not Washingtons, lying around it'd be greatly appreciated. Fucking airfare!