you are the bluest light. Hello goodbye. Hello 2011, goodbye 2010. I had the abslute wierdest dream this morning, in which Conan O’Brien was my speech professor during a summer session at a lake-side college, where the only other students were the four other people in my class and the football team doing training. My room was a mix between a cell, my apartment room, and a scene from TRON. That is the last time I’m eating a burger medium-rare from BJ’s
Sometimes I need a vacation; not from the world, but from myself.
fucking hate organic chemistry. i should’ve studied this shit for hours on hours and i haven’t done shit. goddamnit. like seriously, my brain cells are just gonna fucking die. i absoulutely hate this shit. i hate that I have to memorize the most mundane god-awful shit. it’s not even for my fucking major for chrissakes. criminey. Fuck this shit. I should be getting shitfaced right now. not stuck in my bedroom memorizing this shit.