Boring night.
New season of South Park started. I always have expectations of that show now, but I should really lower them so I'm not quite as disappointed.
To my great suprise, Stacy London does a show called America's Worst Bathrooms and I watched her critique and cringe at others' horrible bathrooms. I don't know what it is, but I'm extremely attracted to her on more than the physical level. If the three people who actually check my journals know someone who knows someone who knows her, put in a good word for me.
I hate Thursdays. I have to clean up the apartment because my sister's "on again off again" boyfriend is coming in from Chicago. That'll be super fun. This is a horrible journal entry.
Okay, my Modern Italian History professor is the best I've ever had, but he seriously needs to figure out some better time management skills. For the past two weeks, he's been fillibustering and going off on tangents only to keep us in the class beyond our regularly scheduled time. And those first couple minutes after the buzzer rings is the only chance I really have to see Brunette Girl walking the halls and for me to make a move. Two weeks! And nothing to show for it. I can't just get up and leave his class: I sit in the front row and there are only 25 students there, so it'd be pretty obvious if I just up and left.
So anyhow, I realize that everybody and their fucking grandmother are having Halloween parties. That's just down right lame to only use this "holiday" as a means to get dressed up like asses and then get drunk. Fuck that.
Yes, now this journal is infinetly better than it was two paragraphs ago.
New season of South Park started. I always have expectations of that show now, but I should really lower them so I'm not quite as disappointed.
To my great suprise, Stacy London does a show called America's Worst Bathrooms and I watched her critique and cringe at others' horrible bathrooms. I don't know what it is, but I'm extremely attracted to her on more than the physical level. If the three people who actually check my journals know someone who knows someone who knows her, put in a good word for me.
I hate Thursdays. I have to clean up the apartment because my sister's "on again off again" boyfriend is coming in from Chicago. That'll be super fun. This is a horrible journal entry.
Okay, my Modern Italian History professor is the best I've ever had, but he seriously needs to figure out some better time management skills. For the past two weeks, he's been fillibustering and going off on tangents only to keep us in the class beyond our regularly scheduled time. And those first couple minutes after the buzzer rings is the only chance I really have to see Brunette Girl walking the halls and for me to make a move. Two weeks! And nothing to show for it. I can't just get up and leave his class: I sit in the front row and there are only 25 students there, so it'd be pretty obvious if I just up and left.
So anyhow, I realize that everybody and their fucking grandmother are having Halloween parties. That's just down right lame to only use this "holiday" as a means to get dressed up like asses and then get drunk. Fuck that.
Yes, now this journal is infinetly better than it was two paragraphs ago.
I'll agree everyone and their granny seem to be having Halloween parties. It sucks that people use those parties like a mini-Mardi Gras, but it's always a chance to be social. People in the SG DFW group are inviting me to a Halloween party, my friend Rocky is inviting me to some party in Mansfield, TX, and I don't even know what my girl has in store. Just go if you feel like it, and hey, you never know who you might meet at a party or what interesting stories you might bring back.