March 2002
"like a bitch in heat!"
way to make us laugh dr. barricklow.
today is a swell day. that’s really the only reason behind this post. the simplicity of having a good day. last night was some next-level shit[yes i have pictures that i’m going to upload]…i’m suprised i made it to my social philosophy discussion class today, but i did. i think because i talk so much in that class dr. good had to...
dance like ya don't know how.
wow, i need to take a nap.
zta wasn’t that bad last night. got really fucked up and had a good time. the whole marker/white t-shirt thing was actually fun. ha. so many hot girls too.
tonite is a brother night, so that means tomorrow is gonna be rough too. oh well. i was going to be a big brother, but the guy who picked me dropped. just my luck. at least i got my jersey today. ...
regret, resolutions, and remorse.
this guy on mtv2 reminds me of weird al. must be the hair.
being back at school is good. true, i am quite bored at the moment, but this is simply because i actually did my work in a timely manner. i officially start my new job in the library tomorrow. money is good. right now, i’m saving as much as i can for montreal. we’ve got a mixer[read: fubar] with zta tomorrow night. ...
tell me why.
it just occurred to me that the music i ordered from makeoutclub.com and big wheel records almost three months ago still hasn’t come yet. i think moc took down their store and big wheel said they were waiting for more copies of the piebald shit to be pressed. oh well. as long as they don’t fuck around with my credit card.
my mom and two sisters left for europe yesterday. ...
http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/aw-cgi/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=1812408221
i really want this as my next car. buy it for me. the suburban is becoming more of a pain than, “wow, he drives a nice-big car.”
break is ‘eh.’ i really need to save money for montreal, so i’m budgeting myself. otherwise i’d be buying shit i never had time to while i was at...
i met mario porter!
hm. first night of spring break was pretty lame. bill, jen, and i went to alpha sigma phi @ njit. bill is pledging there. their house is a piece of shit. the brothers are all pretty lame. everyone was playing pong in their basement. jen and this girl[who looked like a guy] were the only females there. what did i do? drink their beer. haha. a lot of it. eh. i hope bill wants to be...
i want one!
i drove up to ballston spa, ny today w/ my dad to pick up his “new” ‘94 chevy caprice classic state trooper car. it’s used, 110,000 miles, but it’s a former undercover virginia state trooper car. fuckin’ hot shit. restored and everything. it’s got a corvette LT1 engine, rapid-flash headlights, monsoon sound system, police suspension, brakes, and...
fuck me like it's your job.
a week until spring break. no, i’m not going to some warm and exotic local. i’m going home with no job. this is probably a mistake, but people are partying nearby.
i’m applying for a job in the library. as a research assistant to the archivist and a cataloguer. whatever those are. it’s $7.25 an hour, i make my own hours, and i get a .50 cent raise each semester. not...
without the time to tell you you're wrong.
this being my 282nd journal entry[of no signifigance], who’s gonna be the 100th person to make a comment in my journal. hm?!
all you will be recieving is…ha, absolutely nothing. well, maybe…pride, i suppose. honor. dignity? eh, i dunno, you decide. this is for the people. i’m a lover, not a fighter.
in need of more argyle.
i’m going home this weekend. i’m looking forward to it. haven’t been home in a while. it’ll get my things off mind. yeah, you heard me right. jenn and i are going to the formal on 4|20 in montreal. be jealous. it’s gonna rock. canadians know how to party. haha. there are probably a million and three other things i could tell you about. here’s why...