If I had a million dollars
The events of the past few days have brought me the swift conclusion that I really, really like shakes at arctic circle. I think I've had three in as many days. That's a lot of wafers! Joey and I have given birth to a beautiful bouncing tradition which we have named "Trading Wafers". It's pretty self explanatory so I won't bother explaining, though if I would have, it would have taken less words to type than this. I started a new round of classes today. One is at 7 am. Joey Dwaine Brown will be at my side. It will rock.
Saturday night I discovered that I had received a Pell Grant equaling $2,025. That means I don't have to eat bag cereal anymore. It's namebrand fruitloops from here on out. Just follow your nose to financial independence. I've already got the perfect guitar picked out for once it comes in. I've paid for this entire semester from my own pocket (comspan was good for something) so I get to splurge just a scoche.
Speak of the Doich, Joey and I went down to SLC and Provo this weekend and had at least a half barrel of monkies. Highlights were the cologne fight at Hollister, free Taco Bell courtesy of Grandpa Brown ("well hell, I'm 83 years old!"), and watching a lightning windstorm take some Jump Kings across the highway. I bought a New Amsterdams cd and planned for my future (pixies/death cab and warped tour shows).
Lately cell phones have been getting under my skin. Why is this? The sight of someone walking across campus talking to a small metal think just presses one of my buttons. The one marked "Irrational Anger". Suddenly I want to kick them in the chest, not as hard as I kicked Joey that night he was moaning in his sleep, but still pretty savagely. My fury may be misdirected. Maybe it's the fact that people are so much cooler and more well off, which allows them to have a small phone with them everywhere they go. Maybe that's what's getting to me. This may also be the root cause of my desire to commit genocide on all Hollister shoppers. When I cash this pell grant check, the anger could evaporate faster than high noon spit on a San Antonio street. More word on that later.
Girls - I'm doin' something wrong. Again, maybe the money will make something click into place.
Current mood? - Elated.
Saturday night I discovered that I had received a Pell Grant equaling $2,025. That means I don't have to eat bag cereal anymore. It's namebrand fruitloops from here on out. Just follow your nose to financial independence. I've already got the perfect guitar picked out for once it comes in. I've paid for this entire semester from my own pocket (comspan was good for something) so I get to splurge just a scoche.
Speak of the Doich, Joey and I went down to SLC and Provo this weekend and had at least a half barrel of monkies. Highlights were the cologne fight at Hollister, free Taco Bell courtesy of Grandpa Brown ("well hell, I'm 83 years old!"), and watching a lightning windstorm take some Jump Kings across the highway. I bought a New Amsterdams cd and planned for my future (pixies/death cab and warped tour shows).
Lately cell phones have been getting under my skin. Why is this? The sight of someone walking across campus talking to a small metal think just presses one of my buttons. The one marked "Irrational Anger". Suddenly I want to kick them in the chest, not as hard as I kicked Joey that night he was moaning in his sleep, but still pretty savagely. My fury may be misdirected. Maybe it's the fact that people are so much cooler and more well off, which allows them to have a small phone with them everywhere they go. Maybe that's what's getting to me. This may also be the root cause of my desire to commit genocide on all Hollister shoppers. When I cash this pell grant check, the anger could evaporate faster than high noon spit on a San Antonio street. More word on that later.
Girls - I'm doin' something wrong. Again, maybe the money will make something click into place.
Current mood? - Elated.