So I made it to Chicago and back in a relatively painless fashion yesterday. I missed one exit going up, and then could have swore I saw the exit for 41 on the way back, thus swerving over six lanes of rush hour traffic to, inherently, take the wrong fucking exit. Beautiful. But, still, we made good time, and we got home at almost five this morning ( Read more... )

So it's been some time since my last post. That's alright, though. This journal serves another purpose, that elongated stretches of time between posts contributes to. It serves the function of making the months go faster. Until summer, until school's out. Until it's warm. It makes the days seem quicker, which is fortunate, because sometimes the ( Read more... )

So I feel better, in general. It was a long, interesting weekend to say the very least. My 21st birthday hit me like an H-Bomb with a dash of napalm. It's all good in the hood, though. Friday night, good Lord. Oliver took me out to Coyote Ugly and Sixth Avenue, accompanied by Speth, Fortner, Grant and Jeff Reed. Jeff acted as the D.D. and avoided ( Read more... )

So I smell like alcohol, strippers, and baby powder. Jesus. I feel sick. More later. Happy birthday to me. I'm probably gonna throw up all over the world. I love you all.

So, yes. This is the last entry I'll be making from the inner recesses of House Oellig. As of tomorrow, a new house will bear the title. My parents have already moved, as has one of the cats. Why.. why they're not both gone escapes me. But that's alright. I have some company ( Read more... )

Hey there, cool cats and fuck-ups alike. It's your old pal 'Sweeney Todd' again with an update on the life and times of royalty, intellect and all-around feelings of egotism and bloody, bloody carnage. Good times from my end of the Quidditch court, good times indeed ( Read more... )

Son of a bitch. Class tomorrow. Today, I guess. Technically. Winter break flies by like a spastic hummingbird, it seems. This semester's gonna see me with guns blazing and violent rape, too. Monday class, my first in over a year. And it's one fifty-minute class, too. Drive all the way to Terre Haute for a fifty-minute health class. That's a bitch ( Read more... )

Sometimes, out of pure curiosity, I wonder why I don't drink alcohol more often. Then, events like New Year's Eve at House Shawliver take place. And I understand completely. So, if you didn't make it, it was grand times. Kudos to Shawn and Oliver for a killer shin-dig. Much fun. Let's re-cap (roughly, I don't remember much, mostly from second-hand ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas, bitches ( Read more... )

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