I didn't feel like
going to class today. I woke up and remembered my
brother was sick, so i decided i would feel a little
under the weather as well. so i've been
moping around the house, eating
chicken noodle soup, mumbling to myself about
how sick I feel.
People called me asking why i wasnt in class, i told them i was
god awful sick. Cant even get out of
bed! Im perfectly fine, noone is at home, i just felt like being sick, i wanted to
play the role. i should have gone to class today, I haven't been to
spanish in 3 weeks. i've had very
little motivation to do anything since last weekend when my ex-girlfriend decided it would be
fun to
hook up with 4 or 5 of my good friends while attending the same
social function. that made me
really happy.
Aah, you have to love it when
the shit hits the fan and you see it fly everywhere. you look at the shit and you start to wonder, and then it hits you, you didnt eat any
corn, but theres corn in all the
shit! So most of the shit thats hitting the fan
probably isn't yours, but it
gets on you anyway.
Shit hitting the fan does not descriminate, it is
all encompassing.
So i did the only thing a man could do. First, i joined the
ULC and fulfilled my lifelong dream of being a
reverend. Then, i smoked some weed and watched
cartoon network.
I wish i wasnt so
sick.