I have to write an essay about the sin of lust in Dante's Inferno, which, if I could get motivated to start, wouldn't be difficult at all. Because, hello, lust is me. But I am currently more concerned with duality. More specifically, the current duality of my life. That word sort of makes me gag, but whatever. I feel like I'm two different people. ( Read more... )

HI, IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE ( Read more... )

SITUATION HAS BEEN REMEDIED. STOP. MY FOOTBALL TEAM COULD KILL YOURS. STOP. SERIOUSLY, THEY'RE ALL FROM COMPTON. STOP. FULL STOP.

I'M JUST SAYIN'.

YESTERDAY MORNING...

IT RAINED. LIKE WATER. FALLING FROM THE SKY. THIS IS NEWS.

ETA:BringThemAll: is there a 12 step program for lucky charms addiction ( Read more... )

I obviously win at life, as I was able to fix my internet woes without the help of a tech person. Win, I say ( Read more... )

It feels so weird to see people's away messages say things like "gone home for the weekend," because I've never felt more at home in my life. Honestly, this place feels more like home to me than Voorhees ever has. I don't know why. It's not really the people, because I'm usually by myself rather than interacting with the fools in this dorm or ( Read more... )

( In which I have more to say than I have for a long time, and it again deals with my hatred for the government. )

Hi. I don't know what I should be saying, because there's too much. Life is still pretty fucking sweet, despite the fact that my trombone player is gay. The addition of alcohol has made life slightly sweeter, even, but drunken escapades are things better left to private conversations. My classes are really cool, and they also make me feel really ( Read more... )

So it's warm during the day, usually with a breeze, and nice and cool at night. The perfect summer weather. I still can't quite type on laptop keyboards, but it's okay. I can hear the welcome concert from my window, and I'll go outside when Phantom Planet starts. Band Camp is like fucking boot camp, no lie, but I'm in love with a trombone player. ( Read more... )