there's no use in lying
these last few days have been pretty crazy, if i do say so myself. constant and pure drunkeness... but what else can you expect from a student that attends UCSB? tis the truth, tis the truth.
this week has marked the beginning of the first week of the last quarter of the school year. i cannot express my surprise at how fast this time has flown by.. or at how short skirts have the capability of getting. there was a girl in my asian art history class whose skirt was so short you could see her cheaks poking out. isn't that indecency? if she had been fat, you know the foot patrol would have been all over that. seriously tho... after awhile, why not just wear some underwear? save some money, save some time, cover a little more skin. works for me, works for you. but then, the obvious result would be the skyrocketing of the price of underwear, which, come on, is never a good thing. i certainly cannot afford paying more than what i do for a pair of knickers. no maam. and i don't want my normal underwear outfitter to become some major, big time designer, thus making it not my favorite underwear outfitter purely on the basis of price. unless i get a raise at campbell. now that is funny. yep.
i pretty much have absolutely nothing to say at this point. i think i may have destroyed just a tad too many of my brain cells in the two nights i really spent with my friends at home. but, then again, grass valley pot has a tendency to do something like that. and i always come back for more. you know what they say, if you don't have it, you want it. never happy with what you've got. well, i had braincells, and now i don't want brain cells. thus, i smoke copius amounts of marajuana in order to rid myself of any excessive braincells so that i can bitch when i don't have any about how i want them back. it's all about maintaining a constant state of zen. as long as i'm happy...
the siblings leave tomorrow. the living room will now be free of all extra bodies. similarly, TheRoomie's guest also leaves tomorrow. so, the bathroom that is currently subject to six girl's needs will return to its equilibrium state of three. it must be happy. i don't think it can handle the extra shampoo zest in the morning or the change of faces looking in the mirror. it just scares it. it's like me, of course. it doesn't handle change well and rejects any such entity that might try to force it upon it. because everything in my life is just like me. always. i am that way. i am that influencial. i am that cool.
i can hear the girls in the first room of the hallway laughing at this. shush you. i am. i totally am. and you know it. one of you even actively sought out advice on earings from my little sister because my absence was present.
yeah. i'm done.
this week is nearing its end. true, it's only tuesday. but soon, it'll be wednesday, then thursday, and then the end, then followed by week two, which, sadly, holds my first writing assignment. it makes me pretty dern sad.
and i just said dern. that means one of two things: i'm either exhausted or 2. i need to grow some more brain.
hopefully it's the first, as the later is certainly much more difficult to perform.
and beginning tomorrow, i am swearing off all forms of ethanol. unless anybody knows of any good shindigs to attend, because i am certainly ready to party outside of 6718 sabado tarde, apartment B.
this week has marked the beginning of the first week of the last quarter of the school year. i cannot express my surprise at how fast this time has flown by.. or at how short skirts have the capability of getting. there was a girl in my asian art history class whose skirt was so short you could see her cheaks poking out. isn't that indecency? if she had been fat, you know the foot patrol would have been all over that. seriously tho... after awhile, why not just wear some underwear? save some money, save some time, cover a little more skin. works for me, works for you. but then, the obvious result would be the skyrocketing of the price of underwear, which, come on, is never a good thing. i certainly cannot afford paying more than what i do for a pair of knickers. no maam. and i don't want my normal underwear outfitter to become some major, big time designer, thus making it not my favorite underwear outfitter purely on the basis of price. unless i get a raise at campbell. now that is funny. yep.
i pretty much have absolutely nothing to say at this point. i think i may have destroyed just a tad too many of my brain cells in the two nights i really spent with my friends at home. but, then again, grass valley pot has a tendency to do something like that. and i always come back for more. you know what they say, if you don't have it, you want it. never happy with what you've got. well, i had braincells, and now i don't want brain cells. thus, i smoke copius amounts of marajuana in order to rid myself of any excessive braincells so that i can bitch when i don't have any about how i want them back. it's all about maintaining a constant state of zen. as long as i'm happy...
the siblings leave tomorrow. the living room will now be free of all extra bodies. similarly, TheRoomie's guest also leaves tomorrow. so, the bathroom that is currently subject to six girl's needs will return to its equilibrium state of three. it must be happy. i don't think it can handle the extra shampoo zest in the morning or the change of faces looking in the mirror. it just scares it. it's like me, of course. it doesn't handle change well and rejects any such entity that might try to force it upon it. because everything in my life is just like me. always. i am that way. i am that influencial. i am that cool.
i can hear the girls in the first room of the hallway laughing at this. shush you. i am. i totally am. and you know it. one of you even actively sought out advice on earings from my little sister because my absence was present.
yeah. i'm done.
this week is nearing its end. true, it's only tuesday. but soon, it'll be wednesday, then thursday, and then the end, then followed by week two, which, sadly, holds my first writing assignment. it makes me pretty dern sad.
and i just said dern. that means one of two things: i'm either exhausted or 2. i need to grow some more brain.
hopefully it's the first, as the later is certainly much more difficult to perform.
and beginning tomorrow, i am swearing off all forms of ethanol. unless anybody knows of any good shindigs to attend, because i am certainly ready to party outside of 6718 sabado tarde, apartment B.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 22:37
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