The Punchline is the Way That You've Been Fucking Yourself

My room has reached near completion. I have a book case now, so my DVDs are out of boxes and my books are easily accessible. Steph's pretty much got all her stuff moved in too. It's actually starting to look like our room. It's really cool. It's awesome living with her; I love every second of it. Except when she tries to grab my nipples. That kind of sucks. Oh yeah, I kind iof hurt my back today carrying the book case up my stairs. I thought I threw it out at first, but it seems that it just decided that what I was doing was stupid and just tightened up on me. Hey, I didn't have to go to class today, so I didn't really mind.

So it's been awhile since I've posted. Let's see....what's happened lately. I bonded with Steph's dad by drinking Maker's Mark and playing pool with him. I got pretty drunk, but it went well. He never shared his good whisky with Steph's last boyfriend, so that's a good sign. I'm kind of hoping that Jeff does leave work. We had a little confrontation last week, and he's just been really negative lately. It's not fun to be around him, and I don't really see him changing how he feels anytime soon. It sucks cause I really like Jeff and I have a great time when I work with him, but I've been trying to decrease the negative influences in my life. So yeah. Steph just got back from brushing her teeth, so it's time to start homework. And then bed. Cause I'm tired. Bye.

I choose my friends by the beating of their heart, not the swelling of their heads

I swear that the dumbest, angriest people come out of their holes on Saturdays. I know. I work in retail. And I end up hating every customer by the end of every Saturday. Thankfully, I don't close on Saturday's that often, and it seems like the assholes don't come out until later in the day. But at least I'm home now. I'm anxiously waiting for my DSL to be turned on. None of this dial-up bull shit. I saw Saves the Day and Taking Back Sunday last night. TBS was awesome, and STD was good, but a little boring. Going to punk shows always makes me feel/think two things: I always feel so fucking old, and I'm always reminded of how many people think that being punk means that they have to be annoying little fucks. Okay. I'm done ranting now. Time for coffee.

I Can Hardly Wait Until I get the Sun and Your Lips Both Pressing on my Skin

I'm in ecology right now, not paying attention, because we're doing the same stuff that we do in biometry. Thank god for wireless. So I'm in a relationship now. Wow. I just told the professor how to do something. Give me money. I know what I'm doing. Anyway, things are going well. I feel grown up and stuff. I have a relationship, my own place, and debt. I'm all growns up. Mikey's the winner. Bye. Michelle says hi. She's just as bored as I am right now.