I need a job.

Also, I have a new AIM screenname: fuakerism. Take note, motherfuckers.

Wow this is weird. I'm at CSW (that's my high school for the three of you who didn't go there who read my journal) and not only do I not know any one, THEY'RE ALL SO YOUNG. And I'm here basically for no reason. I feel sketchy.

Oh, and it's cold here. What the fuck? I'm starting to wish I hadn't left all my warm hats in storage. grrr.

So I'm back, and it's good. On Monday I saw Sam and Alan and yesterday I helped my sister move. If you're in town we should hang out. I mean it. No, really ( Read more... )

God. Reading period. When did I lose the ability to work my ass of when neccessary? Huh ( Read more... )

Oh look, it's snowing. Again.

I had a dream last night that I was all set to ditch school and spend the rest of the semester working in Florida, then changed my mind at the last minute because I hadn't packed or called to tell anyone in Florida I wanted a job and a ride from the airport and the people who could help me change to a later flight were all on strike ( Read more... )

Wow. Last night was amazing. I've never before enjoyed being drunk that much. I've really hardly enjoyed being drunk at all. But last night was just plain awesome ( Read more... )

Benny and I went for a walk today, and we saw: two dead cats, a dead snake, a big dead racoon, a really gross dead deer, a dead mouse I almost stepped on, and something else small, furry and dead.

Well, it should have been chopped smaller, but other than that it and the rest of special meal was hobo-rific. Especially the pudding. Dear lord, Brian!