It is neat to know that my brain makes noises.
Yes indeed folks, it's another late night/early morning ramble from your ever lovable Trivy. I just got home from another Friday night D&D session, and despite the fact I'm about ready to pass out where I sit, I'm very much shoving food at my face with great verisimilitude; oh and I'm resisting the urge to log on warcraft. I suppose I'll go to bed before the sun comes up.
So Kevin Smith is going to be at Cornell tomorrow night, and I really REALLY wanted to go, but unfortunately I have no way to get there, and I'd have no way back to here. I hate when plans that I made earlier today for tomorrow night get all fuckered up by details.
So school has started back up again, and I really do like living in the dorms. I went home last weekend, and I realized, I don't understand how I lived with my parents for as long as I did. I really don't. I'd like to get a place of my own over the summer.
I had more to type, but the amount of spelling and grammatical errors I'm making is ridiculous, and to top it off, I can't think about what I'm typing and what I want to talk about later on.
So Kevin Smith is going to be at Cornell tomorrow night, and I really REALLY wanted to go, but unfortunately I have no way to get there, and I'd have no way back to here. I hate when plans that I made earlier today for tomorrow night get all fuckered up by details.
So school has started back up again, and I really do like living in the dorms. I went home last weekend, and I realized, I don't understand how I lived with my parents for as long as I did. I really don't. I'd like to get a place of my own over the summer.
I had more to type, but the amount of spelling and grammatical errors I'm making is ridiculous, and to top it off, I can't think about what I'm typing and what I want to talk about later on.