I fucking love college. I fucking love Michigan State, even though it is mostly full of douchebags. I hope we beat Ohio State so I can call my mom up and rub it in her face ( Read more... )

I died last night. Like, I actually died and was brought back to life. It's a pretty funny story considering how traumatic it was. My shoulder is fucked up because when I died I fell over and almost 6 ft of weight is a lot to fall on a shoulder. I can't really move it ( Read more... )

Rob's ex-girlfriend remindes me a lot of someone that was once very significant to me-- that can be either bad or good... I'm not sure which yet. But the similarites are striking, and I think it's real scary ( Read more... )

I really need to come to terms with this.

Rule #1 always:

Don't cop-knock the door.

If you do, everyone in their messed-up state will run and jump off the balcony, causing some to break feet and others to spill Hungry Howies garlic sauce all over themselves.

Fucking beatport isn't working. Why! Now I have to resort to the small amount of minimal techno on youtube, and I can never find the ( Read more... )

The Paxahau party yesterday was pretty sweet, and it makes me sad that it is probably the last big party of the year. I'm extremely sore and tired and lacking massive quantities of serotonin , but 10+ hours of partying was definetely worth it. I even came to some conclusions ( Read more... )

May 21, 2008

"I haven't written in here in here in quite some time... probably because life is good. It has been plesant thus far, and I think I wrote so much in my last journal because I felt very troubled. I have grown a lot since then. Actually, it is strange to look back at where I was a year ago: I was bound by a really unhealthy relationship,  ( Read more... )

Eli's cancer is back and it is worse than before. I don't know why I'm telling all of you livejournal people this, as I don't really consider you my friends anymore and I'm sure you don't consider me a friend anymore either because of some stupid highschool shit. Maybe you should all stop complaining about petty things in your lives in your ( Read more... )

On Sunday night I drank two full bottles of Arbor Mist.... I couldn't help it because it tasted like delicious juice. Apparently there was a slip-n-slide at the party I was at that half-naked girls were going down while boys poured beer on them... which probably gave me reason to drink more and faster. I was told that I didn't partake in the slip-n ( Read more... )

Last night, someone called my house phone and asked me if I was a lesbian, and hung up. I was all drunken and confused and it was really funny in my drunken stupor... although maybe it's not so funny right now... I guess maybe you just had to be there.... (reason number 38947295734 to stop writing on livejournal)

Nobody uses house phones anymore. I ( Read more... )