Wassup?
Chillin' in the Boatwright Library agaaain.
This time its a normal time. I'm going to leisurely do my final rhetoric paper on the scope of epideictic and deliberative speeches and something about the art of rhetoric...something...
Yeah, whatever. I'm just doing this paper extempore (wink!) and all that cal.
I haven't had any exams to do since Friday seeing as how I decided not to go to my CORE exam yesterday. That kinda means that I have to take the first section of CORE again next fall semester with the freshmen...first years...whatev'.
I'm comfortable with this failure.
Calc went okay. I hope its enough to satisfy my math general education requirement. *spew*
Last night I chilled with Aly and Julie. Julie is this fairy-hippy girl from Atlanta and she's way cool and takes care of me to a degree. She had a tough weekend, she broke up with her boyfriend. We smoked in Spencer's car.
Then Aly and Julie started chaffeuring poor Spence around like he had time to drive them across campus and back to the apartments.
I wanted to be like "Aly, shut your blonde, spoiled mouth up and walk back to 102." Meh. Whatever.
There was this one time last week when I was smoking people out in Smitty's apartment. It was like...Chris Turano(who is an assbutt), Smitty(of course), and Asher. I packed a second bowl and I asked Smitts to call up Clay and Andrew Koch(hot DJ that I crush on, but is in love with his younger high school gf back in florida). Andrew doesn't come up because he has to leave for the airport in a few hours. Clay is like...a few feet away from the shower room(we smoke there because there's ventilation) and he's refusing to come in.
Now, Clay is the biggest SCAVENGER since that dude in Half Baked and he's /refusing/ it. Smitty couldn't even order the kid inside and that's all...violating the rules of fraternal respect and shite.
Wtf?!
Fucking bullshit. I try to be all nice and share and be civil and I get flat out rejected in front of my good friends.
Whatever.
Oh, btw, my salvia hasn't come in yet. Its been at least 6 days...you would think that it would be here by now. The last chance I have to check it out is tomorrow morning before I leave.
I also have to do laundry and I'm out of detergent.
I have to pack.
I have to get a piece because one would be a good thing to have.
I have to get presents for my siblings.
I want to call my mother because I had a bad dream about her last night. She got stabbed with a box cutter. I don't know what thoughts of mine could have fueled a shitty dream like that.
What the shit?
Fuck the paper. I'll do it in a few hours. Smitty is done with exams and probably wants to smoke. I'll humor that. Yeah, man.
I'll smoke now.
Have coffee with Lee. (my English professor)
Do my work.
Have coffee with Archana. (my adviser)
Nap.
Get really messed up.
This time its a normal time. I'm going to leisurely do my final rhetoric paper on the scope of epideictic and deliberative speeches and something about the art of rhetoric...something...
Yeah, whatever. I'm just doing this paper extempore (wink!) and all that cal.
I haven't had any exams to do since Friday seeing as how I decided not to go to my CORE exam yesterday. That kinda means that I have to take the first section of CORE again next fall semester with the freshmen...first years...whatev'.
I'm comfortable with this failure.
Calc went okay. I hope its enough to satisfy my math general education requirement. *spew*
Last night I chilled with Aly and Julie. Julie is this fairy-hippy girl from Atlanta and she's way cool and takes care of me to a degree. She had a tough weekend, she broke up with her boyfriend. We smoked in Spencer's car.
Then Aly and Julie started chaffeuring poor Spence around like he had time to drive them across campus and back to the apartments.
I wanted to be like "Aly, shut your blonde, spoiled mouth up and walk back to 102." Meh. Whatever.
There was this one time last week when I was smoking people out in Smitty's apartment. It was like...Chris Turano(who is an assbutt), Smitty(of course), and Asher. I packed a second bowl and I asked Smitts to call up Clay and Andrew Koch(hot DJ that I crush on, but is in love with his younger high school gf back in florida). Andrew doesn't come up because he has to leave for the airport in a few hours. Clay is like...a few feet away from the shower room(we smoke there because there's ventilation) and he's refusing to come in.
Now, Clay is the biggest SCAVENGER since that dude in Half Baked and he's /refusing/ it. Smitty couldn't even order the kid inside and that's all...violating the rules of fraternal respect and shite.
Wtf?!
Fucking bullshit. I try to be all nice and share and be civil and I get flat out rejected in front of my good friends.
Whatever.
Oh, btw, my salvia hasn't come in yet. Its been at least 6 days...you would think that it would be here by now. The last chance I have to check it out is tomorrow morning before I leave.
I also have to do laundry and I'm out of detergent.
I have to pack.
I have to get a piece because one would be a good thing to have.
I have to get presents for my siblings.
I want to call my mother because I had a bad dream about her last night. She got stabbed with a box cutter. I don't know what thoughts of mine could have fueled a shitty dream like that.
What the shit?
Fuck the paper. I'll do it in a few hours. Smitty is done with exams and probably wants to smoke. I'll humor that. Yeah, man.
I'll smoke now.
Have coffee with Lee. (my English professor)
Do my work.
Have coffee with Archana. (my adviser)
Nap.
Get really messed up.