giga_geo

i am back.

i loved new york. i am going to move there.

i have spoken. more stories later.

so. now i am 21.

and we leave for ny.

last night was a great/bizarre mix of all my friends.

i met the few that are 21 at a shitty little bar that the frats and sororities frequent. it's called study hall.

i would like to point out that due to my ny trip i feel i can skip out on major/good barring for my...
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it's funny.

now that i am 21 buying alcohol is too easy.

course. i haven't even bought it yet.

but it feels too simple. all i need to do is go to the store and buy it.
no buying my roomate cigs to buy up.
no calling all my friends to find out if they are going to buy up so i can throw in...
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countdown to 21: 2 days

countdown to new york: 3 days

my life needs this little jumpstart.

you breed immature love.









but isn't that the only kind?
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countdown to 21: 5 days

odysseus can be most eloquant, but he wastes no eloquance on thersites - who has an unanswerable argument - but beats him up and makes him cry, which is far more effective.

my wishlist

"oliver reed died on the island of malta after out-drinking the british navy. he had downed more than ten pints of beer and more than a dozen shots of rum, and he was arm-wrestling sailors from that royal navy frigate hms cumberland. he bought them round after round, but they couldn't keep up. the sailors surrendered and staggered away, defeated. and oliver reed died in...
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i think about nothing. how its always in style. always in good taste. nothing is perfect - after all, it's the oppposite of nothing.

i have never been good at anything.

i have no special talent.
i have no amazing skill.
i am nothing to be remembered.

nothing is good though. right?
nothing is the best anything can ever come to.

so i am halfway there.

SUCKAS!

recreate yourself.