Several nosebleeds today and a lot of broken heartedness to match. Everything today, leap day, last day of my 22nd year, has fucking sucked.
All it takes to absolutely ruin your birthday is reading ugly things said about yourself in someone you love’s private LiveJournal entries.
My nemesis: trucks who decide it’s necessary to pass each other because a few mph are so fucking important.
Found it. I almost crushed it with my boot. Woulda been bad.
I can’t find my fucking bluetooth, what the hell it was on my seat!
This drive is just like the first time I went to meet Sarah. Very late at night, the roads are totally black. Insane. Full circle.
Starting my drive to Santa Clara.
Starting my drive to Santa Clara.
Learned today in rock class: Anacreon = the God of getting drunk and talking about philosophy.
Goddamn women in the 60’s-70’s were fucking hot. I was born in the wrong decade. All the dancers in these motown videos are to die for.
I have officially seen a girl with Amy Winehouse style eye makeup. It is just as retarded and gross looking as I expected.
Got exactly the minimum points needed for an A on my History of Rock exam. That was a somewhat tricky exam.
Flannery O’Connor reminds me of how I should live my life: be honest and good, but occasionally be legitimately awful to everyone. Balance.
It’s like all the stress and anxiety got sucked from me forcibly has left me with heavy eyelids and no where to sleep. Maybe in rock class..
Counting the minutes until I hit the road to spend a day and two evenings with Sarah. Anxious, I am, perpetually.
Accounting, Again
This is my accounting professor demonstrating worksheet shit to the
class using an overhead transparency of my last exam. I only photograph
it because I have trouble believing it myself. My professor works for
Boeing! And he teaches! Must have no life, he’s not married either.
Kinda odd. I should ask him for a loan, he must be loaded.
Got a haircut. I haven’t had a real haircut in 4 years? Or more? Jesus, it’s been a while. Not sure how I feel about it.
Woke up to four emails from Audiosurf telling me that @Obsy beat my score on songs! What a dick!
Mike
This is an old photo, and I think I’ve lost the original PSD for it so I have absolutely no idea how I achieved the effect in it. If I remember correctly the original photo almost looked like this.
Overheard: "WAI-WAI-WAI-WAI-WAIT! Jews do drugs!? Jews do drugs?!" "You gotta calm down."
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