[i make people angry] I'm beginning to think I do. Gry got pissy with me. Hass too. Apparently my professors are beginning to notice my lack of interest. My lack of attendance. Of attention. Patience. *Hence the before entry* I guess I should be taking this all as some sort of deep, imbedded 'SIGN.' I guess. It's a good thing I'm changing. (attempting to change) It's all the same. I just need to focus for one more month and then BREAK will be here. The dark clouds shall part. The water run cool, and smooth. THe birds will fly south. And I will cheer. (YAY!) PRD gave me his number. Why? I'll never call. He'll never call. Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Don't you just hate when people go on and on about some shit they just need to let go? Me, fucking too man. Time to put all that away. Cram it deep down inside. Let it go. Like the wind. *Cut the cheese, no doubt* So. That's about all I have to say about that. I have a slight worry that I won't pass all my classes this semester. That would be a shame. Indeed. I'm not nervous. I just feel defeated. It's my own fault though. I blew all my cash blowin' my mind. I blew all my brain cells blowin' my classes. Good job, fucker! O. But I won't throw in the TOWEL-ette yet. Why quit now. I'll just go to all my classes. Do all the work I can. Pretend to care. And WA-FUCKIN-LA. I'll probably still fail. O. So here I am now. Not writing the thing I need to write for my next class. The class I can never skip again. I can never skip anything again. DAMNIT! O. I hate school. I feel retarded. (WE-TAW-DED) But that's just me. Little ol' slow me. I can't wait until PRD is out of sight and out of mind. I can't wait. At all. Last night was a KILLER time. And I don't use that word often. But we got loaded to the gills and ravaged in our spills. I drank the following in no particular order: 1 blue drink. 1 vodka and cranberry juice. 1 more blue drink. (PAUSE) 1 more blue drink. And than. you're smashed. Indeed. Indeed. I don't remember too much of what happened after that. I don't need to remember. We had cheese fries though. They made me sick. I can't eat that fucking shit food anymore. I need to lose weight damnit! O. I will. It all takes patience. I'm sober now. So is all good. I think Now I better go. Write that thing that was due two days ago. GO ME! It ain't my Birthday! "Chiggity...check yo self, before you wiggity wreck yoself...word!" DFN.