So, my surgery went well and I am currently recovering in my humble abode in Spring. Call me, or visit me please. I've got two weeks worth of sitting around doing nothing ahead of me, and I need some human interaction.

By this time tomorrow I will be a sophomore. A!-A!-A!-A!-A!

A!-A!-A! WH__P (Not Quite Yet)

Have I wasted an entire year? I feel like when I come back next semester I'll be rebuilding from the ground up. I mean, sure, I have some new friends that I'll be living with next year...Bryan and Will and Swanson and all...but for all the work I've put into evrything I've done this year, I have nothing to show for it. My grades are...good...not ( Read more... )

Was it worth it? Maybe, but it doesn't look good right now.

I need a hug, big time.

It doesn't apply to any of you, but I just needed a forum to vent my frustration. So...

Fuck you Matt Abbott!

and

Fuck you Michael Swann!

One of you is a thorn in my side and you don't even know it. The other of you I will very badly injure if I ever happen to see you.

That'll do it.

There's not much that can beat staying up til 6am having manly talks. It's nice to know that whatever your problems are, your buddies are probably having them too.

Today was my birthday.

I got phone calls from my mom, and my brother, and my best friends.

I even got wall posts from people I haven't seen or talked to in years.

And not a single word from my dad...that sucks.

So mych is different and I never even realized it. Why does everything and everyone inevitably have to change. I suppose it doesn't matter. Nothing does, really.

Good show everyone.

My feet hurt from wearing boots all night and my clothes smell like smoke and cologne. Damn, it's good to be home :)

Even as I write this post I am making a fool of myself and putting my foot in my mouth...in case you were looking for a realtime update.