there are few differences between today and the worst day ever. i look back and see nothing but goals not accomplished, and deadlines missed. i was able to FINALLY pick up my check from northeastern for which i spared the lives of the attractive customer service girl and her hideous beast coworker. basically, i was rushed all day and never got to finish anythi

i have made a decision. because i get (woken) up before 8 every morning whether i have class or not, i am going to go on a sleeping strike. i will make it my mission to forego falling asleep as long as possible.

kinlin falls down stairs. i wish i had seen it.

i forgot that now that people can read this i should atleast be semi-consistent about writing. ummm, not much happening of excitement. northeastern has managed to do something quite incredible. they have raped my asshole all the while with their head up their ass. here is the timeline of things that went down. on june 25th i went to customer service to request a check for the balance in my account for purposes of paying rent on time and purchasing food. on june 30th my cash release was approved and i was informed that inside of 10 business days i would have my check. i was annoyed at the time, but thought little of it. 10 business days later (today) after rent is long over due and food is nonexistent, i return to the customer service center to ask why in the hell i dont have my 4300 dollar check. they basically said "oops", and that i will have my check by 3 on friday. what they dont realize of course (or they didnt until i yelled it in their faces) that not only is it making me look like an asshole by not paying hamel back for rent, i have no food, and also i have to wait until friday afternoon to rush to the bank, get a haircut and catch a bus home for a wedding on saturday. and all by no fault of my own. motherfuckers. if i go in on friday and receive no check i will inform them that i will be waiting at their cars with a baseball bat. for anyone interested in participating in my idiot bashing fest please let me know.

names have been altered (sort of) in a pitiful attempt to disguise the guilty parties in this gruesome tale. a true story:

i was up at 76 malumet street last night with my friends mayla, mim, and maw meshaw may. some drunk people i didnt know showed up and were annoying. but more importantly, meshawn was telling us the myan, his roomate, caught a mouse and was going to keep it as a pet. he allegedly placed the captured mouse into an empty cage. this cage, belonged to meshawn who used it for crickets and frogs to feed to his pet spider, mady. meshawn didnt like the idea of what he called, a half dead mouse, in his unused cage. according to him, he filled the cage up with bleach and shut the cover until the mouse curled up into a little ball. as of last night myan didnt know about his new pet mouses untimely demise. he is at a concert for the weekend and will not return until sunday. this gives meshawn plenty of time to dispose of the evidence. but what will myan say, when he receives an anonymous letter tipping him off that foul play was involved. for more details, or a translated version of this tragic account, contact me via the little comment box below this so its nice and easy to ignore you.

I'M BACK BABY

Whitetrashkateer: i think i may begin to drink
sugarplum696: ha ha ha
sugarplum696: i see
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Whitetrashkateer: me and mister video games
sugarplum696: ha ha ha ha

real hot, got up at 4, did laundry, going to drink on the hill, nobody cares.

it is awfully hot today. and i dont mean awfully as an intensifier (like very) but in fact awful, like terrible. i cant stand the heat. someone mentioned today that it wasnt hot enough for them and that they like it when it is atleast 3 digits. after getting an unwelcomed visit from the swamp ass fairy all i can say is ... fuck that. people desire and long for this weather all year round but i am NOT one of those people. i would be absolutely miserable anywhere that was regularly over 90 degrees. its not a coincidence that i live in new england. i go to school in one of the northernmost places (of acceptable population) in the country. this is not unplanned or accidental. in short, this horrible horrible hotness needs to subside, or a pool needs to manifest itself in my apartment to help combat it.

none of my posts are showing up on the site. this is a foolish post, because based on what i just wrote, nobody will be able to read this until that fact is no longer true. i am wasting my own time right now. im hungry, time for some chicken lous.

i have been kicked offline for a few days and will now be able to write posts. however, because i am in class and consequently exhausted all of the time they will be mostly short and poorly wroten. i had my first actual spanish class today and i have a feeling i will be a champion in it. evidently we will be going over only 2 verb types throughout the whole quarter. and i learned them in 10th grade. also, my teacher said that he would not be teaching the vosotros form of verbs because it is used in only one of the 23 spanish speaking nations. granted that nation is spain, but vosotros is absolutely absurd and no one needs to learn it unless you live in spain which i clearly do not.

i do not have BEHROOZ SATVAT for Chemical Engineering Calculations 2. im not sure that anybody that actually reads this will know who that is or the significance of it. all that needs be said is he is the biggest cock smoker bastahd of a teacher that northeastern has ever known. he is been quoted saying things like, "i can fail the whole class cause i already got the good teacher award".

yeah, so i basically lied yesterday. hopefully i will get my shit together and do that stuff today.

later this afternoon i will be completing a four day project entitled "My Ode to Co-op" including never before seen pictures, drawings and commentary. basically what i am saying is that im too lazy to do it now so check back later. also, updates on this weekends madness.

you know when you go to a party expecting to see all of the same old friends. you still have a good time but they all sort of blend together. anyway, i was hanging out with my beautiful babies lindsay, kaitlin, erika, nina and bridget, many of whom i hadnt seen for several months, and the night was starting prettty slow. so then ben cochrane and ian clark show up. havent seen them for years. then we drive to silas' house in norwich meeting up with him and chris irwin. no party there so we went to tori's. still no party but we picked up matt bates and his friend, tommy maybe, then heading back to canaan. we swung by burgois (i dont know how to spell it but it is pronounce boooshwa). a small party there but we decided to move all of those people to dougies pad. so basically a thousand people i didnt expect to see (other than mentioned, ben heath, the twins, nicole wood, zeth, the storti sisters, gay jay, among others). not starting to drink at all until 1 it was a late morning terminating with me passing out around 6.