Oh jeeze, it's been a bit. Please excuse my impotence: I've been busy.
Midterms and such.
I decided that I'm going to make a list: just a random list of shit that I think about at any given moment. So, without further ado;
1.) Life's a bitch: So fuck it, just remember to always use protection!
2.) What is it with me and red colored drinks? What do I think I am, a vampire? I mean seriously! If it's not Strawberry or Watermelon or Fruit punch or Code Red Mountain Dew, than I really won't drink it... Man I'm picky.
3.) I just realized 80% of the music in my iTunes library is from before I was born... 80% from 1970-1990; 5% from 1990-2000; and the remaining 15% from 2000-2010. God damn my parents for exposing me to The Rolling Stones, Chicago, Duran Duran, and Billy Joel, among various other artists of the 70's and 80's.
4.) My roomie and I (With some help from her child-like-minded father) are going to create a game show: It's called "Snake Eyes". You get in this giant, tetrahedral dice contraption thingy, filled with jell-o (Of course) and you roll yourself in it and depending on what number you land on you have to do a challenge: Trivia, obstacle, etc. It was a lot of fun to come up with... but alas, we're but poor college kids without funding for such tomfoolery...
5.)... Which leads me back to my bank robbing idea... I really need to get a better hobby than planning bank robberies that will never happen huh? Or better yet: Why don't I just get a fucking job like every other broke loser? Oh yeah.. that's right.. cause I'm a Scorpio and we're stubborn assholes who dis-like conformity... yep, that explains it.
6.) Mmmmm... gorditas...
7.) I wonder what I did with my wallet??? I could've sworn it was right here. *Inner thought: Is it in your pocket?* No... hmmmm.. *Yells to roomie:* "Hunny! Where's my super-suit??? I mean, wallet??" Carol, "Did you check your pockets?" Sighs impatiently..."Do I look like an idiot?" "..." "Don't answer that. It was in my pocket." Carol, "Loser."
8.) I have a horrid obsession with the Joker. Not even Heath Ledger, just the character. He's just so damn fascinating! If I was a psychologist, I'd be all over that. But no, I had to decided to go teach 11 year olds how their heart works. *Smacks forehead*
9.) Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom...
10.) Hey, he's cute!
11.) If you said goodbye to me tonight, there would still be music left to write. What more could I do? I'm so inspired by you! That hasn't happened for the longest time! Whoa, for the longest time! Oh Billy Joel: In my mind you'll always be that dog 'Dodger' from Disney's "Oliver and Company".
12.) Boobs are really the stupidest things! Seriously! I mean, all they are is just pockets of fat on the torso: In any context, that's sick. But yet they're still so attractive! And what's worse? THEY WORK! I mean, ladies, honestly, when was the last time your man said 'No' to something after you've flashed him? I suppose I'll never understand what's so great about them. Not like I can complain: I always get the door held open for me.
13.) My hair is just not workin' with me today, but it still looks awesome! Like a red and black lions mane! RAWR!
14.) What the fuck are socks useful for? Someone please tell me that? If I had my way, I'd go barefoot everywhere but noooooo: No shirt, No shoes, No pants; No service.
15.) Why is it that every time I go outside someone else is there? Like honestly, I'm never truly alone anymore. I'm not saying that I want the whole world to belong to me, and maybe it's just because I'm in a college town; But every time, even at 4am when I go out to smoke, there's always at least one other person. I guess I'm not the only insomniac around.
16.) The above statement sound egotistical... I apologize for that profusely.
17.) Whomever thinks it's cool to spray axe/hairspray/perfume in the halls: I'm gonna light you on fire.. you're royally pissing me off and you make the building smell like a whore house.
18.) I'm bored.
Til next time friends.
And remember: Love, peace and chicken grease!

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