It is a lucious mix of word and tricks
I have this strange urge to blog, and I don’t know why.
I really don’t have anything to talk about. I’d tell you about my day, but that goes in my other blog, and I didn’t really do anything else. I have been watching the woot off all day, with nothing worth buying. I only really have my eye out for a digital pen, because why the hell take notes and then type them when this sumbitch does it for you.
My fridge is full of fruit and healthy foods, which means my flatmate is on another “I’m gonna get fucking HUGE” kick. I cannot wait until I live alone, and I don’t find Men’s Fitness/Health in the mailbox and body books laying around the apartment. I guess you cannot get a gay lover unless you are fucking HUGE. Muscle wise, I mean. I don’t know anything about gay penis likes or dislikes, but I seem to believe my stereotypical image of a gay couple are two very muscular men. I wonder if the book says to quit drinking so god damn much and eat something. There, I solved his problems, now where the hell is my money.
I’ve quit Coke again. At least I’m dealing with an addiction I can actually control, unlike the Carmex addiction. The Carmex addiction just feels so damn good, but the Coke is just kind of mediocre. Plus, I feel like I read something everyday about how Coke is going to kill me by altering my DNA and whatnot. That cannot be good for you. We’ll see how long it lasts. Maybe I should start smoking to quit Coke, then start Coking to quit smoking. Hmm. I shall stick to Diet Green Tea before smoking. Green Tea isn’t as bad for your teeth.
Although I don’t like the school, it is good to be back in Fort Worth, where the people drive fast. In Amarillo, it seemed all everyone did was go 30 in a 50mph zone. Here, everyone goes 50 in a 30mph zone, and it is beautiful. Sure we don’t really get there any faster, and it may or not be safe, depending on what so called auto expert you talk to, but eh. Certainly safer that flying on a plane with a TB positive guy.
Oh, so it’s June teh First. I’m supposed to find out damn soon what kind of financial aid package I’m being offered. Basically, what kind of package I get offered tells me if I can go to school here in the Fall. I can’t say that I would be disappointed if I couldn’t. I did kind of get tricked by the brochure envy this place offered, and arrived to become disappointed with the substance, among other things. Happy thoughts, eh.
Happy happy thoughts.
