SICK
I fucking hate being sick soooo much. It's not so bad most of the day. But when I wake up... ugh! Waking up sucks in general. Anyway, I'm becoming more accustomed to this place; its less bleak than I previously thought. I still haven't really met anyone to hang out with but people are overrated anyway. I'm going to stop posting four letter titles soon, as I'm getting bored and uncreative with it. It's too orderly. As a Discordian its my duty to inject this thing with a syringe full of concentrated chaos... but exactly how? I could smell spaghetti coming through the vents the other day and it smell SO FUCKING GOOD. I've been cooking myself some pretty good meals lately, considering my limited ingredients. My chef skills are leveling up. I want to figure out if/when any of the dumpsters in town are locked/filled with goodies and if anyone else is raiding them. There's some sketchy looking commie eco-punk I see around every so often I might have to fight for control of them. My father recently told me I sound like a vagrant. I asked him how he can hear smells. He didn't think it was as funny as I did. I got one of those "how did you get into a university?" kind of looks.