First of all, I got Season 2 DVD set of The Venture Brothers.
It's amazing. I'm completely geeking out over it.
Basically, it makes fun of everything I've come to treasure and love and geek out over. Period.
Finals steadily approach and I am completely not ready for it to end. I'm moving home in two weeks. Not only will I be leaving Oakland, I'll be leaving my Japanese exchange student roommate. Who rocks your fucken socks, by the way. She's one of the most genuine sweetest people I've met over all, and she's going back to a world that can't possibly any further away from me.
People I have become interested in will also be moving away ... which, as I come to find out, is a good thing. It really blows having someone lie to you about commitment and how they CAN'T commit, and turns out, they just can't commit to you. Kids, if you're going to lie, at least lie well. And don't run into said girls you are lying to on the streets with your new girlfriend. K, thanks.
On a high note, I might be getting a job at a video graphics company somewhere close to home, which is a helluva lot better than waitressing this summer. Also the surgery my mom has to have is less severe than what the doctors had originally intended. Score. Surgery overall is a bad thing, but with my mother, if it goes down a notch in severity, I'm a pretty happy camper. Looks like another 4 months or so of running the house. I'm so excited.
That and I need to get some fucken balls and get out there again. There's apparently an unofficial pool going on in my Minimalism class of when this boy and I will hook up. I'm scared that it's become a class discussion, but what can you do.
... I mean, besides blog at 2:30 in the morning.
It's amazing. I'm completely geeking out over it.
Basically, it makes fun of everything I've come to treasure and love and geek out over. Period.
Finals steadily approach and I am completely not ready for it to end. I'm moving home in two weeks. Not only will I be leaving Oakland, I'll be leaving my Japanese exchange student roommate. Who rocks your fucken socks, by the way. She's one of the most genuine sweetest people I've met over all, and she's going back to a world that can't possibly any further away from me.
People I have become interested in will also be moving away ... which, as I come to find out, is a good thing. It really blows having someone lie to you about commitment and how they CAN'T commit, and turns out, they just can't commit to you. Kids, if you're going to lie, at least lie well. And don't run into said girls you are lying to on the streets with your new girlfriend. K, thanks.
On a high note, I might be getting a job at a video graphics company somewhere close to home, which is a helluva lot better than waitressing this summer. Also the surgery my mom has to have is less severe than what the doctors had originally intended. Score. Surgery overall is a bad thing, but with my mother, if it goes down a notch in severity, I'm a pretty happy camper. Looks like another 4 months or so of running the house. I'm so excited.
That and I need to get some fucken balls and get out there again. There's apparently an unofficial pool going on in my Minimalism class of when this boy and I will hook up. I'm scared that it's become a class discussion, but what can you do.
... I mean, besides blog at 2:30 in the morning.
quintin:
You have no choice but to get up and snog with said boy during class.