I wonder what kind of crazy things are in the works for tonight. I fear that things are going to get so insane that I won't recover for a long while. Tonight is the official beginning of both the last weekend before spring break and spring break itself. People will be coming together to have one last bash before we all depart and there will be booze aplenty and herb galore! My tests are done and my responsibility and sobriety for the week has come to an end. I only wish I had some green suede shoes.

[edit]
Everyone should go listen to this song:
Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck, by The Blood Brothers

Those tire tracks
zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
the wincing relatives...

you bid her farewell then got in your car
and that's the last thing that you can recall.
and when they pulled you out
you didn't know your name
exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...

you met Jane four years ago today
dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, flashing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,
her tired underpants...

Love [x12]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x12]
rhymes with sympathy now

Jane let you touch and feel her
she was so free like a pineapple in a tree
You said it's dangerous
to be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.

Jane said when she laid on her back
the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.

But some things never get better
like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno tits
a pad lock on her lips
disposable tan
biodegradable hands.

Back at the hospital
you got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
but that newspaper gown is always on fire [x2]

She met him a week after you left her
when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
and then they did all the things
you never said that you wanted.
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face.

But your burden looks an awful lot like her.

Love [x12]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x12]
rhymes with sympathy now