Highlights.
I'm gonna be honest. I didn't realize the end of Freshman year is slightly emotional. And since I used the word emotional don't take it as we're all crying. But the fact that Tyler just left to go home (COLO-RADO) is kind of like whoa wtf but not really. I don't know what I'm talking about but anyways.
I don't know what it is but this year has been fast but also damned fucking good. Its not fast where you don't know what the fuck you did all two semesters but fast as in "what? I'm done with 1/4 of this already?". Its seriously been some of the best times although i don't attend to the regular and stereotypical college version of "fun".
Tomorrow is my last final. and its kind of not too much of a big deal since I'll be back in a couple of weeks to take calc3 over the summer. but this shit is fast. and theres really no second chance if you fuck it up. then it also depends on what your goals are. i'm not too keen on wasting time.
My plan for the rest of the night is to pack up the majority of my belongings, vaccuum and clean my side of the room, and load up. Thing with corey and I is that we don't care for trash. as long as its not alive, rotting, smelling, and is easily discardable, it can sit until something more important is ready to take its place. and because of that we probably have layers upon layers of reminders of what we did throughout this first year of college. on top of that we probably already threw out some layers. it all adds up when you're a packrat and you don't give a shit. like right now, theres an open and unfinished 40 sittin behind me. its been there since thursday. and it looks damn delicious. i even remember gettin keyed in the nuts that night and then calling jordan where jordan got pissed off at me cause he almost fell asleep. or something like that.
status right now? i'm broke. I've got 30 bux left in the bank. no cash, no change. a little bit more than a half-a-pack of cigarettes left. nothing to drink. or eat. but instead of worrying and probably bitching like i normally would before, i feel more alive than ever. I've got a job orientation tomorrow and probably starting training this week. I'm moving back home to save gas for a couple of weeks until summer school begins. then i move into a house that i will probably stay in for the next couple of years. things are moving. and progress is being made. on top of that i'm desperately trying to survive like a hobo just not really a hobo at all, but a state of desperation that i've not really experienced before.
oh and before i get off topic of jobs, lo-cash, and desperation. FUCK YOU BANK OF AMERICA. i'll probably work for you later but i can't take your douchebag shittalking managers at lame locations that you send me to. I'll be fine at THE HOME OF THE SMILING BURGER. i don't even know if thats the right slogan but oh well.
Ontop of all this, Lindsay totally rocks my junk. and i mean that non-sexually in this entry. this past weekend has just been a blur of amazing things and i am pleased with how things are going right now. she's kind of becoming my sugar-mama but not really because i won't let her. but she still insists and for good reasons. but its cool, we arrange it so we're really not taking advantage of each other although i'm sure 30 bux from me right now is less than what i owe her for all the things that she's done and also just being herself for me. we're gonna be workin next to each other and it'll be like hamburger and pie battles. while smoking cigarettes in the middle of the street.
and she paid for my lunch both saturday and sunday. NO ONE HAS BOUGHT ME LUNCH IN YEARS MINUS MY PARENTS WHEN THEY TAKE ME WITH THEM TO RANDOM PLACES THAT THEY DON'T GO TO ANYMORE CAUSE MOM HAS BECOME LAZIER THAN LAZY. and also cause mom really isn't even in this country atm. Lindsay - 1, Mom - 0. Lindsay you currently are beating my mother. but i can't really announce that cause she did bring me into this world. so i'll just say that I love you and I love mom but they are different "love". yes? yes.
this summer will rock. rock harder than last summer. then again i was gone most of july last summer and vacations usually rock cause i force them to rock if they don't rock on their own rock. i just said rock 6 times. oh man am i excited for things to start or to continue and just to feel that i am alive and things are just going. GOING. PROGRESS. I CREAM MY PANTS FOR GROWTH GODDAMN IT. okay now i really have run out of things to say or even my reason for updating so I'll leave you with a riddle:
what is clear and is really smooth and makes people happy? (Hint: gay men LOOOOOOVE this shit).
I don't know what it is but this year has been fast but also damned fucking good. Its not fast where you don't know what the fuck you did all two semesters but fast as in "what? I'm done with 1/4 of this already?". Its seriously been some of the best times although i don't attend to the regular and stereotypical college version of "fun".
Tomorrow is my last final. and its kind of not too much of a big deal since I'll be back in a couple of weeks to take calc3 over the summer. but this shit is fast. and theres really no second chance if you fuck it up. then it also depends on what your goals are. i'm not too keen on wasting time.
My plan for the rest of the night is to pack up the majority of my belongings, vaccuum and clean my side of the room, and load up. Thing with corey and I is that we don't care for trash. as long as its not alive, rotting, smelling, and is easily discardable, it can sit until something more important is ready to take its place. and because of that we probably have layers upon layers of reminders of what we did throughout this first year of college. on top of that we probably already threw out some layers. it all adds up when you're a packrat and you don't give a shit. like right now, theres an open and unfinished 40 sittin behind me. its been there since thursday. and it looks damn delicious. i even remember gettin keyed in the nuts that night and then calling jordan where jordan got pissed off at me cause he almost fell asleep. or something like that.
status right now? i'm broke. I've got 30 bux left in the bank. no cash, no change. a little bit more than a half-a-pack of cigarettes left. nothing to drink. or eat. but instead of worrying and probably bitching like i normally would before, i feel more alive than ever. I've got a job orientation tomorrow and probably starting training this week. I'm moving back home to save gas for a couple of weeks until summer school begins. then i move into a house that i will probably stay in for the next couple of years. things are moving. and progress is being made. on top of that i'm desperately trying to survive like a hobo just not really a hobo at all, but a state of desperation that i've not really experienced before.
oh and before i get off topic of jobs, lo-cash, and desperation. FUCK YOU BANK OF AMERICA. i'll probably work for you later but i can't take your douchebag shittalking managers at lame locations that you send me to. I'll be fine at THE HOME OF THE SMILING BURGER. i don't even know if thats the right slogan but oh well.
Ontop of all this, Lindsay totally rocks my junk. and i mean that non-sexually in this entry. this past weekend has just been a blur of amazing things and i am pleased with how things are going right now. she's kind of becoming my sugar-mama but not really because i won't let her. but she still insists and for good reasons. but its cool, we arrange it so we're really not taking advantage of each other although i'm sure 30 bux from me right now is less than what i owe her for all the things that she's done and also just being herself for me. we're gonna be workin next to each other and it'll be like hamburger and pie battles. while smoking cigarettes in the middle of the street.
and she paid for my lunch both saturday and sunday. NO ONE HAS BOUGHT ME LUNCH IN YEARS MINUS MY PARENTS WHEN THEY TAKE ME WITH THEM TO RANDOM PLACES THAT THEY DON'T GO TO ANYMORE CAUSE MOM HAS BECOME LAZIER THAN LAZY. and also cause mom really isn't even in this country atm. Lindsay - 1, Mom - 0. Lindsay you currently are beating my mother. but i can't really announce that cause she did bring me into this world. so i'll just say that I love you and I love mom but they are different "love". yes? yes.
this summer will rock. rock harder than last summer. then again i was gone most of july last summer and vacations usually rock cause i force them to rock if they don't rock on their own rock. i just said rock 6 times. oh man am i excited for things to start or to continue and just to feel that i am alive and things are just going. GOING. PROGRESS. I CREAM MY PANTS FOR GROWTH GODDAMN IT. okay now i really have run out of things to say or even my reason for updating so I'll leave you with a riddle:
what is clear and is really smooth and makes people happy? (Hint: gay men LOOOOOOVE this shit).