cocksnack

have one, you faggots.

i haven't showered in a couple of days and it's kind of hot in this room

i just didn't have time to shower when i got up for class this morning, which is inexcuseable since i got up for a 10:30 class. and that's the earliest i ever have class this quarter.

i've been drained all day. last night i was at clue, which is a place for undergrads to go and get help on stuff like math, chem, physics, bio, writing, etcetera during the evening time. i was there for chemistry. earlier in the night i saw a.j. over at the and exchanged the common social pleasantries of acknowledgement, which for me is normally a half-smile. actually, on my better days it's barely quarter smile, and since i was working on a post-lab report and feeling a bit vaklempt and stupid i most likely gave my best attempt at a eighth smile. it's not even a smile really, just me flexing some of my facial muscles... sometimes it feels like i'm frowning. whatever, it's all bullshit anyway.

anyway, later on in the night mustafa noticed a.j. and said hi, except unlike me, he being the easy-going yet nonetheless social animal, shot the shit with a.j. and struck up one of those conversations that would seem forced if it was coming from anyone else besides that somalian-american. i don't typically tend to recall conversations word-for-word, but i do remember a.j. asking what mustafa was doing there, and the shock and nasty "WHY?" when he divulged his seemingly incredulous enrollment in chemistry. i'm not sure what mustafa said after this, probably something about him wanting to be a dentist, although i do remember thinking about why i was there myself. sure, i was bit taken aback from her venemous reaction, but more or less contemplative and pensive (and whatever else is synonymous with what i'm trying to say here) of my own situation.

MY SITUATION!: i'm too pretty for this world and i'm going to explode!!!1!!1111!111111111

today most of the people i consider friends and wouldn't mind being locked in a house with a crack and peyote and silly string were in my dorm room. all that was missing was gyaltsen and that old part of my personality that used to be sociable--and it would have been complete, what i consider to be a recipe for a conglomerate of spingtime of our youth fun (naruto ref!) and disaster as well.

i don't know, sometimes i miss those elements of entropy in my life, yet at the same time, i enjoy where i'm at right now. sure, my mom picks me up from school every week, so i'm not exactly an independent young adult, but i don't mind seeing my family. someday i'll leave for a long time, but i don't see a need to rush. i don't particularly enjoy my dad trying to force a major out of me, but i guess it's that kind of push that gives my studies a sense of urgency. plus the weekly 3 day run of hanging out with my girlfriend and watching movies all day is my time to decompress.

i could have easily started to rant about how shitty i think my life is and how confused and puzzled i am at all the mysteries of being a college student without a clearly delineated purpose, a baby-ass bitch who still relies on both mommy and girlfriend to scratch his back (but more from girlfriend!), an overthinking, immature, distentigrated, punctated, dog-in-need-of-grooming that lives under the bridge and under the weather and under the sun that makes all ye who sees invincible if they stand the staring contest of time.

BUT!

i don't know. i just can't sleep. my girlfriend is still watching some movie (dumb movie!) with her mom, so i can't call her and share all of the REAL dirty little lies and pillow talk.

OH!

you know what i hate? downstairs the dweebs who work the Too Convenient convenience store downstairs seem to carry conversations that mimic, with a lesser degree of wit, the conversations in kevin smith's clerks. "han solo vs. chewbacca?" han fucking solo vs. chewbacca? is that even a question? "it depends on what environment they're fighting in" ... ??!111111111!!!????? who wants to argue the "han solo is chewbacca's bitch" position or the "lando calrissian is an uncle tom" case? THIS AIN'T QUICKSTOP MOTHERFUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay i hate blogging again. back to math.

the kid doctor

parents: let your kids draw on the walls, and rather than forcing them to learn how to recite the hail mary from memory, name their favorite stuffed animal jesus.