… after the journey was preempted on account of snow. Based on the amount of debt I have acquired over the last couple years, I am certain that I will arrive in Twin Falls unharmed and well, due to what I’m affectionately nicknaming Zevon’s Uncertainty Principle:
“And if California sinks into the ocean,
Like the mystics and statistics say it will,
I predict this hotel will keep standing
’til I pay my bill.” — “Desperados Under The Eaves”
While talking about the Supreme Court’s treatment of obscenity law, our professor described how difficult it was to weigh by saying “I myself am offended by people who drive humvees.”
I really like this guy.
There was a time when i had nothing to explain
Oh, this mess i have made
But then things got complicated
My innocence has all but faded
Oh, this mess i have made
And i don’t believe in god
So i can’t be saved
All alone as i’ve learned to be
In this mess i have made
Continue reading “Ben Folds - Mess”
Ladies and gentlemen, sometimes in a person’s life strange but inexplicable events take place wherein we are suddenly witness to an epiphany, a wonderful moment wherein we not only realize what the cause of our problems has been, but the solution to those problems as well.
Case in point: I was sitting around on my lazy, fat ass today, reading the forums and trying not to think about the CS assignment due date that was rapidly closing in, when I had occasion to check my e-mail. It’s not like I had a lot of other things to do.
The giant waves of mail that normally crash about in my spam mailbox (thanks to SpamAssassin) seemed to be a bit larger than usual, so I thought it might be wise to clean it out. But little did I know that my spam mailbox contained the secret to solving all of my problems.
Continue reading “I finally found the source of all of my problems.”
until I get the fuck out of this hellhole and go home to my wonderful house and SLEEP for at least 48 hours. My neighbors have decided once again that I’m not deserving of any sleep, so I’m sitting here typing on my goddamn keyboard because there isn’t a damn thing I can do other than sit here and type on my fucking keyboard. God knows how late I’ll be up tonight. I wish I could just kill all these people over and over again, for the rest of eternity.
I found out on Thursday that my uncle Bill died on Sunday. Funeral was Friday, so was my polisci exam, so I didn’t get to go. Not like I could have gone anyway, really. Fuck.
Oh, and now I’m sick. Yay. It’s 3AM and I really don’t feel like going to bed, but I’ll more than likely get rudely awakened by 9 at the latest, so I’d better get some sleep. Ironic what you end up valuing, I’d give just about anything for the ability to nap again. Only a few more weeks… then I can go home and sleep, sleep, sleep.
Anybody understand how to create a heap?
I told my mom on the phone Sunday that no matter what I decided it would be wrong, so I might as well go ahead and make it since I’m gonna have to deal with the shit anyway. I hate hate hate hate hate drama, but I’m gonna have to live & deal anyway. Feck.
So now I get to tell my roommates, my advisor, my friends. They’re all going to be pissed and/or disappointed, and I’m gonna have to deal with that for the next six weeks. Oh, and to top it all off, there’s still no news of my uncle.
I quit waiting on God after it became apparent that he hated my ass. After that point it seemed kinda pointless to wait on his ass anymore.
So I won’t know what in the hell I can do with the next semester until mid-November, and I really need to make a decision before then. So I either gamble or put up and shut up. Feck. I can’t get any sleep anymore and I’m stuck in this fucking room. I can’t seem to concentrate anymore on anything no matter what I do. Oh, and on top of it all, my uncle is dying.
Fuck You, God. Go fuck yourself right in your Almighty Cornhole.
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