HA HA HA HIL-AR-I-OUS
once again i must say that i am a badass.
and badass boykiller.
by drinking a lot of booze and skipping lots of school, with minimal studying, i managed to rally the system. 2 As, 3 Bs, and i fucking rock. sad, pathetic little glorified community college. shouldn't i have to TRY to do well? YES. but i'm not going to complain. it's not like english majors get jobs anyway.
and what do you do with two great kissers? what happens when one has the body and one has the brains and personality? it should be rhetorical, but i just don't know. sometimes you need to get some. unfortunately, i can't stand talking to the guy for more than a couple hours. oh man... sometimes lameness can be the farthest thing from your mind; somwtimes you're not thinking with your mind. but it will catch up and he'll start to annoy me, so i need to get laid as much as possible in the next week or so. that is the plan. it better work out. only he's nice, too, and doesn't like players, which i find kind of amusing considering his friends. not that i'm a player at all, definitely not, but i do what i must to get what i want (maneater, yes). and also, you shouldn't judge people by their friends. sometimes their friends are complete jackasses that get off on hurting other people, when the person in question can be decent, when not surrounded by morons. some of them are nice, and actually, the big jackass didn't really bother me, except his fakeness, which always bothers me. mum would love no. 1 "pre-med preppy boy". so of course i think no. 2 is the best suited for me. scruffy director of drinking age- perfect personality for me, and soft lips. he knows media like whoa, at least movies and music, which is really fucking attractive. however, unlike no. 1, he has more than 1% body fat, and so, no six pack. i can accept that though, i'm no kate moss. and, he's a super sarcastic bastard with boundaries. nice, and not the type to take it to the point of pissing people off on purpose to REALLY bug them. so, do we like, like each other? yesssss. i think we do. but i might change my mind, so don't fuck up.
i want to be back in anchorage. dig?
christmas was good.
new computer, for writing all those essays that are going to fuck me next semester.
a procrastinator's planner for next year.
bob dylan, the beatles, and prince cds.
they said the guy at the music store said i had good taste.
ha ha !! just finding the missing essentials.
and lots of cash. so i'm thinking drugs or piercings. either way i win.
i was awake until at least 6 this morning, when they started an I Love the 80s marathon.
God 1987 was GOOD. i love the 80s. yes, yes, yes.
now, must shower before going to see angie and linda. dirty, dirty girl.
and badass boykiller.
by drinking a lot of booze and skipping lots of school, with minimal studying, i managed to rally the system. 2 As, 3 Bs, and i fucking rock. sad, pathetic little glorified community college. shouldn't i have to TRY to do well? YES. but i'm not going to complain. it's not like english majors get jobs anyway.
and what do you do with two great kissers? what happens when one has the body and one has the brains and personality? it should be rhetorical, but i just don't know. sometimes you need to get some. unfortunately, i can't stand talking to the guy for more than a couple hours. oh man... sometimes lameness can be the farthest thing from your mind; somwtimes you're not thinking with your mind. but it will catch up and he'll start to annoy me, so i need to get laid as much as possible in the next week or so. that is the plan. it better work out. only he's nice, too, and doesn't like players, which i find kind of amusing considering his friends. not that i'm a player at all, definitely not, but i do what i must to get what i want (maneater, yes). and also, you shouldn't judge people by their friends. sometimes their friends are complete jackasses that get off on hurting other people, when the person in question can be decent, when not surrounded by morons. some of them are nice, and actually, the big jackass didn't really bother me, except his fakeness, which always bothers me. mum would love no. 1 "pre-med preppy boy". so of course i think no. 2 is the best suited for me. scruffy director of drinking age- perfect personality for me, and soft lips. he knows media like whoa, at least movies and music, which is really fucking attractive. however, unlike no. 1, he has more than 1% body fat, and so, no six pack. i can accept that though, i'm no kate moss. and, he's a super sarcastic bastard with boundaries. nice, and not the type to take it to the point of pissing people off on purpose to REALLY bug them. so, do we like, like each other? yesssss. i think we do. but i might change my mind, so don't fuck up.
i want to be back in anchorage. dig?
christmas was good.
new computer, for writing all those essays that are going to fuck me next semester.
a procrastinator's planner for next year.
bob dylan, the beatles, and prince cds.
they said the guy at the music store said i had good taste.
ha ha !! just finding the missing essentials.
and lots of cash. so i'm thinking drugs or piercings. either way i win.
i was awake until at least 6 this morning, when they started an I Love the 80s marathon.
God 1987 was GOOD. i love the 80s. yes, yes, yes.
now, must shower before going to see angie and linda. dirty, dirty girl.