Philly is definitely different then home. I don't drive. I attempted it but I'm a terrible driver and filled with road rage which does't mix well with the city. There's no where to park either. The other day I was in center city and almost banged up my car in this piece of shit parking garage. You try driving a caddy through it! Bloody hell, I was almost in tears because I thought I scratched my baby. I love my car too much to submit it to this torture.

I sleep with the lights on so the cockroaches don't eat me.

Came home to get my parents tax return so I could fill out the Financial aid form. Trying to get an education is a pain in the ass. Don't even get me started on the vaccination form. Am I a damn dog? I got in a fight with a doctor for trying to get me to pay for a shot I didn't need... It's a long story

My friend Dennis and I drank a whole bottle of Captain Morgan's Private Stock the other night. It was so much fun. We ended up making a collage of sexy women and beer ads on my appartment door.

Stanley Cup game tonight! I'm routing for Tampa Bay, sorry my Canadian friends. Dennis made a ghetto antanae for my little T.V. so hopefully I'll be able to watch it.