Affording the Rock N Roll Lifestyle

I’m in a better mood today. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was the nap. Maybe it was the coffee. Maybe it was seeing many many beautiful boys. Who can tell? My computer has the same weird thing wrong with it that Trish’s has, but I’m too lazy to fix it. It still works, more or less so it’ll do. That’ll do donkey, that’ll do. I am putting off some homework that’s due on Thursday till late tomorrow night. Is that bad? I don’t think so. And by the way peoples, I wear skirts all the time-maybe just not around you.

FUCK! I wrote a blog. I felt better, then of course it failed to publish and now I’m really fucking pissed off. I was all excited about my job today, then I came back to campus and had a shitty group meeting and an even shittier evening class. And to top all of that off even though I know that I would never get to date the hottie, I really wish that he would at least flirt with me like the gay guys do. FUCK!

Well, you know what they say, something about a long night of drinking with friends and happiness. Yeah, something like that. It’s just what the doctor ordered. The patient, namely me is much happier now. Thank you Ken, large muscled man in black t-shirt for the large amounts of vodka. Thank you Chris, also interesting conversation topics for the normal drinks so I could walk to Hell and play the best game of pool in my life. God Bless Chapel Hill and the little children too.

ARG!

That’s pretty much how I feel. Very tired, very cranky and it’s not even time for Ultimate Frisbee yet. I feel like I’m very behind in everything, when in reality I’m caught up and just not ahead. I’m tired of waiting patiently for Tuesday Guy to get back. I miss the guarenteed date. I’m ready for him to come back and me to stop fretting about if he is actually coming back. I’m also ready for Justin to get off of his butt and be semi-normal (alas, I think that one will never happen). I think I’m also ready for a nap or a really big cup of coffee served by a hot man in a black t-shirt with rippling muscle showing through the fabric. *i need a boyfriend*

UNC WINS

Duke soccer loses

Yeah, I went to the soccer game. We won. It was cool. The soccer players were hot. Next game is September 28 versus Harvard; I think we should all go together. Bonding.

Um…what else? Oh yes, apparently Justin has lost the will to Blog. I told him to blog about me, but apparently that isn’t good enough for him. So come on everybody it’s time to inspire Justin.

So, President Bush has stolen my plan to take over the world. I developed it in high school government course. First you become president, this is accomplished by messing with the electoral system (because noone would actually vote for someone interested in world domination). President Bush did that. Then come the world, now the trick is to do it without real force, or use justified force. To do it without using real force you do it culturally. You introduce American culture to the rest of the world; and then make them follow it. You can do this by using the corporations, or justified force, “freeing” countries. I should have patented this plan, because Bush totally stole it. Bad Bush Bad.

Blog Blog Blog. Blog blog blog. Blog blog blog blog blog. [to be sung to the tune of Jingle Bells]

This weekend/week has been crazy. But I’ve got a new room and a new roommate and should be much happier in the upcoming weeks then I was. Everyone say, “Amen.” “AMEN!” Pride day was fun, but I got a little to much sun. Ok, I look like a freakin lobster, but that happens. I haven’t done any work at all, and actually should be reading right now–but that’s just soo boring. I hope that everyone enjoyed being themselves and whatnot. What? I don’t know what I’m saying. I think it’s time for more beer.

Happy Hurricane Day! Shitty housing day. Don’t ask. Just believe that it will all turn out. I do.

Oops.

Well, I guess both me and my roommate are a bit passive-aggressive. I’m dumping it in my RA’s lap. I’ve decided it’s my room too and she can live around me. Oh, and school is cool. As are hurricanes.