This weekend flew by. I got some Coronas for Friday night and that made things allllllright. I helped Towelie rearrange his room in anticipation of his new roomie. It looks pretty good, but this kid said today he was apparently allergic to smoke. Well...that's too bad, man. Because I cannot practically function without smoking the reefer ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's March already. There's even a Red Sox game on TV tonight ( Read more... )

On February 9, I went to the campus bookstore to order a textbook for a class. I paid a ridiculous sum of $83.50 for it...and it was supposed to be there by the following Monday. So I got a call saying it was in and I went to pick it up. Well, they couldn't find it and recommended I come back another day ( Read more... )

I was taking a big risk by not signing up for an appointment to discuss my internship with my student advisor. Today is Internship Day, so classes are cancelled and everyone has a designated time to speak to their advisor. Everyone who did an internship also had to pass in a number of materials and papers reflecting on the experience. So I figured ( Read more... )

I hate bad music ( Read more... )

Lazy Sundays ( Read more... )

Saturday at long last. I'm pissed because I kind of noticed a vague soreness in my throat. It's not as bad now, but who knows if I'm getting sick or not. It's not like I pass a bong around with like eight different people a day ( Read more... )

"FUCKIN' BULLSHIT ( Read more... )

Great dinner tonight. They classed it up, serving mozzarella sticks, chicken wings, roast beef, rice and more. It was delicious by Callahan standards. I topped off my meal with a sizeable bowl of Froot Loops, a bowl of canteloupe, pineapple, grapes and a green type of melon. All delicious. I'm once again addicted to the cappucino machine in there. ( Read more... )

I planned on updating this journal more than I have. Obviously I strung together a few posts in rapid succession back in September. I guess I figured I would have more free time and why the hell not? It seems that way when all of the possibilities of summer dissolve before your eyes and before you know it you're unpacking your things in a barren ( Read more... )