i should rest more
Somewhere between the excessive marijuana and classes and work (notice the order of operations there), I got fucking tiiiiiired. All I want to do is go to sleep. Writing Comp papers while stoned is probably the most retarded idea I've ever conceived. But livejournal's a nice little tree under which the shade is nice to hide.
Good God, is there any particular reason my brother Jason is a self-proclamed democrat yet still watches Bill O'Reilly 2 hours a day? I hope Bill O'Reilly chokes on a can opener. Bastard.
Certain elements in my life are pretty interesting right now. Further detail could be trouble.
So Kirstin...the middle of October's coming and I'm preparing for your definite and inevitable visit that has been carved into not only one, but many stones...one of which is the stone of The Definite and Inevitable. So...I'll start getting some munchies.
World Religions is an interesting class. When the professor provides lectures, they're entertaining and stimulating, yet when one of those weasely little TA's try one, it becomes a suggestion for suicide. Quite mysterious. Guatama's an interesting little character though. Not even Mr. TA pants to fuck that one up.
I'm in the USF library and someone next to me is plowing through a Whopper value meal in a most ravenous fashion. They're not even doing anything on the computer. They're just feeding like my brother's tarantula feeds on a little mouse. I know when I want to shovel in bunned cholestrol, I head for the library. Nothing compliments Whopper drippings quite like that old book smell. One might contend I'm equally lame for using a school library computer to update my livejournal while there are people standing around waiting to get on one of them and actually do something productive...buuuuuuuuuut at least I don't smell like chicken fries (amplifried baby!) and 'meatnormous' omelet breakfast sammiches. God I hate Burger King. Is that king guy in the commercials not the creepiest bastard you've ever seen? He gave my kitten nightmares for like 2 weeks, and that constitutes half of his little kitten life!
I played Jenga yesterday, and I forgot how much fun it is! I also forgot how awesome just the BOX for Jenga is, with it's one arbitrary flap that's always perplexed me, just hanging off the side of the neat, tower-like structure of the otherwise simple design. The instructions on the side with the pictures are awesome as well. Nestled nicely atop the 1986 copyright on the bottom sits the pictures of the guy and his ladeh friend playing a rousing game of Jenga; he in his lovely purple long-sleeve turtle neck, and she in her equally 1986 outfit. Whoever designed the Jenga box will be both the archictect and interior decorator for the future Steve-Co. skyscraper you can all rest assured will someday be erected.
Shit, I have to finish this paper.
Good God, is there any particular reason my brother Jason is a self-proclamed democrat yet still watches Bill O'Reilly 2 hours a day? I hope Bill O'Reilly chokes on a can opener. Bastard.
Certain elements in my life are pretty interesting right now. Further detail could be trouble.
So Kirstin...the middle of October's coming and I'm preparing for your definite and inevitable visit that has been carved into not only one, but many stones...one of which is the stone of The Definite and Inevitable. So...I'll start getting some munchies.
World Religions is an interesting class. When the professor provides lectures, they're entertaining and stimulating, yet when one of those weasely little TA's try one, it becomes a suggestion for suicide. Quite mysterious. Guatama's an interesting little character though. Not even Mr. TA pants to fuck that one up.
I'm in the USF library and someone next to me is plowing through a Whopper value meal in a most ravenous fashion. They're not even doing anything on the computer. They're just feeding like my brother's tarantula feeds on a little mouse. I know when I want to shovel in bunned cholestrol, I head for the library. Nothing compliments Whopper drippings quite like that old book smell. One might contend I'm equally lame for using a school library computer to update my livejournal while there are people standing around waiting to get on one of them and actually do something productive...buuuuuuuuuut at least I don't smell like chicken fries (amplifried baby!) and 'meatnormous' omelet breakfast sammiches. God I hate Burger King. Is that king guy in the commercials not the creepiest bastard you've ever seen? He gave my kitten nightmares for like 2 weeks, and that constitutes half of his little kitten life!
I played Jenga yesterday, and I forgot how much fun it is! I also forgot how awesome just the BOX for Jenga is, with it's one arbitrary flap that's always perplexed me, just hanging off the side of the neat, tower-like structure of the otherwise simple design. The instructions on the side with the pictures are awesome as well. Nestled nicely atop the 1986 copyright on the bottom sits the pictures of the guy and his ladeh friend playing a rousing game of Jenga; he in his lovely purple long-sleeve turtle neck, and she in her equally 1986 outfit. Whoever designed the Jenga box will be both the archictect and interior decorator for the future Steve-Co. skyscraper you can all rest assured will someday be erected.
Shit, I have to finish this paper.