Month: April 2009

i wrote a bunch of poems tonight. most of them are just the strangest shit. i wrote a page-long angst-fest. it was like being forced to watch black paint dry. just so pissed. then, later, i listened to a super indie song and wrote like an indie poem. i think. i don’t even know what that would be, i guess.…

friday morning i woke up to an absolutely gorgeous day. i decidedly it would be fortuitous to will my hangover away and did so, proceeding to hang out with emily and joe, who had “slept over.” then suddenly, around two, i puked like crazy and felt kinda nauseous thereafter. take-home lesson? probably none. willing away my hangover was still awesome.…

some days i wish other people wouldn’t turn 21. then i dont feel so obligated to tale a multitude of shots with them. i mean, joe (of spoelstra’s amigos) is cool, but four shots? with him? some just the two of us? now im pretty drunk. more so than i would like i guess. there are two uber drunk people…

turns out, collegesexadvice.com is a pretty cool website. we went there earlier, jokingly look for autofellatio tips. instead, we ended up reading the articles and ignoring homework for a good hour. also, it drastically influenced the poem i wrote for my class tomorrow. i hope the teacher likes sex! I don’t love you   It’s a hard fact to come…

ive been talking to a girl online for over two hours. i havent talked this long in one single conversation in any format in probably over a year. kinda cool. makes me feel like a hermit a little, though. 4/20 was decent. it was looking like a sighfest until zack finished all his work and we decided to celebrate. i…

what a weekend. jam packed with cock. and jam. thursday: some people came over – whatever. they had me go out and buy something, “anything” and when i got back, it turned out the 100-proof soco i had bought was their gift to me. rockstar. it was totally what i wanted. the boys of gfg are pretty ok, i guess.…

i had a dream last night that i cant get out of my head. i was flying in a plane looking out the window admiring this vast swamp and my dad was saying something about how it’s so vast and no one ever gets out of there and then we’re driving through it in a car and the car breaks…

according to cryptic facebook statuses like “i could kill u…” and “how many chances do you get?…” ms. angela’s got some problems of her own going on. that’s understandable, i guess. it would explain why she doesn’t seem to really jump at the chance to hang out with me. i should be more patient about this whole thing – hey,…

tricia got a job on thursday night, so i no longer had an excuse to skip out on the bars. turns out, they’re ok. peanut barrel was where i bought my first drink (a long island iced tea – pretty good), and it was also the place that felt most like a bar. they made a really good gin and…

god fucking damn i need to move to the mountains. for reals. this boring landscape shit is unacceptable. i am currently still drunk after my first night out at the bars and, besides girls, that is the only thing i can ponder right now – how awesome mountains would be. fuck me. i mean, the girl shit is entirely too…