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.

Dude Where's My Car?