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[30 Nov 2007|04:47pm] |
I got a B on the big term paper I wrote in two and a half hours.
Bitches.
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| I woke up this fine Thursday morning |
[29 Nov 2007|09:18am] |
Already having dreamed the events of the day. Work was closed like the construction workers said it would be, in my dreams. Now it might be open. I might have to go to work after already figuring out I wouldn't have to.
However, that whole covering up a brutal murder didn't happen so I'm not a wanted felon.
Yeah, I guess it could be worse.
In related news, bad/fucked up dreams lately.
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| Sometimes... |
[14 Nov 2007|09:18am] |
The only way to show someone you cared
Is to get back at them
Then they know how you felt
And, you get to fuck their friends.
-A poem by Alex McCollum.
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[09 Nov 2007|10:39pm] |
Sometimes it really bums me out that I am too young to have lost my virginity at a Bon Jovi concert.
Fuck. That would have been special.
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[12 Sep 2007|03:00pm] |
I got my bike's brakes "fixed". Turns out I was oblivious to the fact that I had a quick release for it so I could take the wheel out easily and it popped. With it actually set, I can stop my bike. I suppose that's pretty rad.
And I can also still drift with the back brakes. Tits.
I also super got paid and these last two days just turned into two days of a THREE DAY WEEKEND. I guess I should go to Cancun for the last day of it, eh?
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| I may be getting a job or two elsewhere. |
[10 Sep 2007|01:26pm] |
Mother will be happy, I will be happier.
Here's to hoping no more people insult the stupid rules I have to follow and that no one else drops bags of meth in the goddamned restrooms.
But most of all, here's to hoping that that job chokes on a bag of fucks and dies.
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| I'm so glad |
[01 Sep 2007|11:14am] |
That I dragged my ass out of bed for yet another day at AmPm. This makes 8 days straight. Then there's tomorrow.
Fuck this job. I hates it.
I stayed late last night because someone found meth. Cops came. Tits.
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[21 Aug 2007|01:06am] |
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Time for fast bikes and steep hills. Now. Who's in?
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| Attention bikers.... |
[16 Aug 2007|09:30pm] |
Don't bike fast down hills with your mouth open, you too may fall victim to a wicked asshole-bee-mouth-sting combo. They suck.
I fucking hate bees.
In other news, fuck gas station hobos.
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[15 Jul 2007|03:25am] |
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I coined a new phrase.
Sniffle-bitch.
It is to be said as one word. It's when someone calls you all crying and sad sounding and you want none of it.
Use it in a sentense:
Quit being all sniffle-bitch on me.
Spread it like it was the new black, kiddies.
I need to stop screaming in my sleep, by the way.
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| So I got a job |
[26 Jun 2007|03:19pm] |
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And my mom is worried already.
Suppose I shouldn't have told her that I work graveyard at a gas station by the highway.
I also didn't want to lie.
Hooray me!
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| Dreams totally suck. |
[24 Jun 2007|09:57pm] |
You heard it first.
Subconsciouses suck. Real hard, they do.
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| Last two finals... |
[14 Jun 2007|07:30am] |
Then I will be crunk to the tits.
Anyone else want to party their pants off?
I know you do.
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| Bitchin'. |
[09 Jun 2007|04:28pm] |
I think it's probably bad when These Arms are Snakes lyrics ring true in your life.
Other than that... I might get a job at Hot Topic. I apparently get to talk to kids and turn them onto other music. Rockin' and Rollin', G's.
Um... Word.
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[27 May 2007|09:11pm] |
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Roommates are out watching Pirates 3, while I am here writing my paper.
Now, admittedly, this may seem like a bummer. Not so. My roommates are out of the house. My neighbors cannot hear noise from inside the house, as it is pretty damned soundproof.
Can you say Def Leppard at insane noise levels? Fucking Rocktastic.
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| Can you already have a weird week on a Sunday? |
[21 May 2007|07:41am] |
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So I finally ran into Mystery Girl again. She said I didn't embarrass myself half as badly as I was convinced I had, but maybe she just didn't hear most of what I said. I now know her name, and she had forgotten mine, so it was ok to ask.
I was watching Empire Records with my lovely drunk roommates the other day and commented on Deb's shaved head, which was super sexy. I said something about meeting a girl with a shaved head. Then, BOOM.
Mystery girl was bald last night.
Coincidence? There is absolutely no way that it isn't.
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[11 May 2007|03:09pm] |
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This week/weekend was fucking epic. So I hadn't been getting much sleep this week, and I freaked out on my alarm clock this morning, though I do not recall. I turned it off when it went off, set it forward an hour, and passed the fuck out again. It was awesome waking up at what I thought was noon. Damn.
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| Battah Bow! |
[10 May 2007|06:55am] |
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I apparently know how to jinx things to work for me. Fucks yeah.
Now to top of a near all-nighter with the Breakfast of Champions.
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