What I Missed (like always)

We never seem to catch each other at the right time. You're either coming and I going, or you're going and I coming. Occasionally we brush against each other, and stop to talk for a bit to see how things are for the other. And then we continue on our way because we always seem to be walking in opposite directions that may or may not touch each other.

And I wonder if this is how it will be until I no longer care--or try not to care. Is this indicative of our relationship? Is this all we are? A series of almost-random run-ins?

Of course, I could be reading too much into this.

I Need My Own Personal Joseph For This Shit

The contents of last night's dream in no particular order:

- dane v. in a room

- mason from ENG 3360 sitting in his room. that i was visiting at 2am. (WAT.)

- hedgpeth, with whom i was having near-sexual relations on the bed next to mason's (again, WAT.)

- hedgpeth had this abnormal covering/growth/blanket?! on his penis. it was white and had spots. <-- at="" br="" grabbed="" i="" it="" one="" point="" whatiswrongwithme="">
- we were all living in this warped dream-version of Middlebury (T____T)

There was also other shit, but I can't--don't--want to remember O______O

Oh My God This is Wonderful

Oh Look, This Too

The Sole Light in My Life

My Brother is Evil

So I just got cock-blocked. I thought only guys got mad at this sort of thing, but oh was I wrong.

I am going to punch a baby, and then I am going to eat it. And enjoy it.

Dare I, Darren?

Okay so his name isn't Darren, and I know that this post title is from As Told By Ginger (only my favoritey favoritest show from middle school, ever), but it MAKES SENSE BECAUSE I THINK I'M SPRUNG ON MY FRIEND. AM I? AM I?!?!

I'm So Full of Myself

As a professor would say, "It's all conjecture until somebody writes the damn paper."

Slow Motion

I can't believe I'm repeating what happened this past spring semester. Someone stop me.

Please.

This Day Did Not Happen

I am now a disillusioned, over-educated, slightly cynical 20 year-old student.

Urgh, birthdays.