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| school is so hard, so so so so hard.
my new favorite slogan:
"macalester fucking college: anywhere else, it would have been an A" | | |
| so school is good. we kicked off our first year of s!p!a!r!k! (tobacco enthusiasts club) with a giant hookah session in the middle of summit avenue last weekend... yeah, a lot of people driving by thought we were smoking weed, but we're used to st. thomas bitches driving by and calling us "fucking hippies" on a regular basis anyways. we're getting shirts soon. they're going to be a beautiful shade of tobacco brown, with the word "s!p!a!r!k!"on the front and "at least it's not c!r!a!c!k!" on the back. hott.
in addition to that, three members of the delinquent crew that i'm proud to call myself a part of were voted into the student legislative body today. it's begun...
even better, phil and i got a radio show after spending only five minutes on the worst piece-of-shit application that i've ever filled out in order to make the deadline. we're called the circumlogocuties... don't ask. our show is from 6-8 on saturdays, and if you want to listen it's going to be webcasted, buttttt i'm not sure how that works yet.
ummmmmm what else? oh yeah, i live in an abso-tittyfucking-lutely kick ass room with my broomie, thekla.
basically, the moral of the story is that kids who drink a lot of booze, smoke a lot of bud, and procrastinate/skip class when needed can still get decent grades and take over one of newsweek's "hottest liberal arts colleges (gag me)" in the process.
woopty woop, macalester. woopty woop. | | |
| "i'm giving the trousers of your mind an elastic waistband, so it fits better"
-acid | | |
| sweet mother
so tonight i got pulled over for the first time, with a hammered tophy as my copilot. turns out the cop pulled me over because i have a broken tail light and the fact that on our way past him while he was pulling over someone else, chris yelled "your vagina smells!" out the window. bad time for a drunken fuck-the-police moment. i pretty much almost pooped my pants because in addition to having an almost obviously intoxicated person in my car, i had at least 10 nitrous oxide canisters, two glass pipes, a sack of weed, an eighth of mushrooms, and a sugar cube filled to the brim with LSD located in near proximity to the drivers side window. nevertheless, i got off with a written warning for not having my insurance card and for having a wacked out tail light, and had the most appropriate reunion with the tophster in the process. so funny! | | |
| things that upset me (in no particular order):
1. working: i have such a bitch job. when i'm not standing around staring at the wall out of pure boredom, i'm running around while shitty customers tell me what to do. i don't get paid very well and have to split up what's in the measly tip jar with, on average, three other employees.
2. getting fat: i hate feeling like i'm getting fat. i mean, it'd be okay to be fat, it might be kind of fun for all i know, but i really don't want to. maybe it's just my brain getting fat, distorting the analysis of my bodily proportions.
3. people telling me to my face that i've changed: like i'm the only one who has. everybody's changed, it's the way it's supposed to go. go to college, find your little niche (or lack thereof) and in the process find "yourself", get a house and some kids, and then you die. maybe those random people will realize that maybe they just didn't know me well enough in the first place.
4. the fact that i've begun to realize that i'm losing touch with certain people: i feel like i haven't kept a close contact between people that i used to hang out with all the time. that make me pout.
4. bangs. fuck. i can't cut them myself anymore because my head looks like shit.
i can't think of anything else | | |
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