atomh8

So, Ive been to two of my new classes so far, the Gothic Novel and Rhetorical Analysis. Both seem cool, so it should be an ok semester.

I have to start thinking about this summer. I'm thinking about 3 months work, 1 month travel time. Hopefully my body holds out for the three months, but there's really only one way to find out.

Anyways, haven't really done much the past few days that wouldn't bore the fuck out of you people. But I will say this: sex+mushrooms = weirdness.

I told a girl my magic # today. I've always been kinda happy with it. Not to high to be considered a freak, not too low to be seen as inexperienced or something. But the girl I told today had a # that was way lower. It made me feel weird.