this week stinks. not as bad as last week i guess, but i got to receive all the grades of my midterms that i did crappy on. i got the same, im disappointed/i thought everything was going well/i dont know what the problem is speech several times. makes you feel like a million bucks.

i think due to my slight problem with posting directly following my co-op i lost many of my faithful readers. all i have to say is, good riddance you assholes.

i just found this slice of paper that has a cryptic message on it. as i stared at it, i remember scrawling its message while staring drunkenly at a wall hanging in the loon mountain tram shelter. by the way, i saw this message when i was not drunk so i didnt copy it down wrong. not even the employees knew what it meant. here is what it says:

If the B Mt put:
If the B. Putting:
Dont put: over a-der
You'd be an * it

if anyone has any idea what in the hell this means please contact both me and loon mountain ski resort.

lab was interesting today as we were producing 1-bromosomething. during the experiment we became aware that smoke was coming out of our apparatus. we questioned our fresh off the boat from china TA, and we were informed that it was HBr gas (POISON), and was nothing to worry about. about 2 minutes later, the whole lab began to cough. i guess no one expected that acid vapor would hurt your throat. once we remedied the situation (sort of) the only casualty was a rubber hose which was promptly melted by the dangerous gas. we all had a good laugh about it. also, it took 2 years off all of our life expectancies. so that is kinda neat.

my sister got her DWI case dismissed. good for her. too bad i dont get any of my friggen court cases dismissed. Judge Ceroni is a cock smoker.

i have come to the conclusion that my family is absolutely insane. watching them get shitcanned at my cousins wedding was excellent. plus the bartender and waitress decided not to card me so i was able to join in the inebriation.

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
sugarplum696: by yourself?
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.