Don't sass me fuckstick!

If you're looking for a good, hardy laugh I suggest you type "Wilford Brimley is a Whore" in the youtube search bar. He's the 'diabeetus' dude for those of you who dont know and this actor mocks him on a radio skit and it's absolutely hysterical. I've seen it like five times and find something to laugh about everytime.

My ice cream was fun, I suppose. Dave was late so we got to the end of the line and a bunch of Nazis cut the line and took the really good shit. After punching some bitch's lights out, I got my ice cream...there was some blood in it, but that's k. Dave and I wound up going back to his room to watch the Patriots game and I actually did enjoy the game. Watching some really cute guys ram into eachother and slap butts was enjoyable. It was also fun to mock Dave everytime he got really excited or angry. 6'5" even through a broom. Yeah, it was intense, but the Patriots won so I wasn't thrown up against the wall by Dave and raped repeatedly. (He added the raping part, not me). But shyeah, the ice cream was awesome because it was free and I love ice cream.

I have this dumbass paper due on Monday and it should be interesting considering that I have no FUCKING CLUE as to what I'm doing. Something about the Dutch colonies and some sort of marketing process...I dont know. I don't care either. None of us do. We went from doing practically nothing to having crazy essays. This paper totally ruins my weekend because I was going to go home. Now I can't procrastinate this week; I should really do research and read and start writing stuff down so I'm not bullshitting six or seven pages Sunday night. I really hate this class. I dont like finance and business at all. As far as I'm concerned I did enough of that senior year trying to pay for my car, cell phone, clothes, insurance, food, and entertainment all on like $80 a week...not an easy task at all. Plus I took accounting for a year and did some Eco in senior year. It's just bullshit and no one can stay awake.

I want to watch Dirty Dancing now because one of the songs is playing and it's awesome. I love that movie. I want to own that movie but I'd never buy it for myself because it's a waste of money otherwise. I remember when Linda and I had a sleepover and were listening to the radio and we'd say a crush's name and change the station so that the new song playing was the crush's song. A crush I had (who will remain nameless) got Hungry Eyes which is from Dirty Dancing and everytime that song comes on the radio or in the movie, I smile. Yeah, I'm a fag. Shoot me.

I think there are some people you will never get over. Their smile and humor and being just make you feel worth it, ya know? Like knowing them has made your life better even if the two of you never came together in a relationship. It'd suck not to have my certain person in a relationship, but I feel lucky to know X because X can make me laugh and smile. I can rely on them even if I dont talk to them because I have memories. And those are most def memories.

Everything happens for a reason and wherever we are, we're there for a purpose. It's not fate necessarily, it's just the way things are. There are stories where someone wants to hangout with a friend but this specific time the parent won't let their son or daughter leave and the kid is upset with the parents until they get a call at 1am saying that the friend they wanted to hang out with got into a bad car accident...and they could have been the passanger. It's crazy how life works out like that and sometimes it makes you think. I am in no way religious but sometimes I think that there must be something, somewhere that dictates that shit, ya know? Definitely not God, but something. Maybe it's just sheer luck? I think I am where I am now for some reason beyond my control. Apparently I didn't belong on the West Coast but here on the island an hour from home. I'm considering transfering to Geneseo still because I dont know what I want to do and it'd be like $20,000 cheaper than here. I have to pay my tuition after Freshman year and I'd rather not do it paying $40,000 a year. I'm not sure what I want to do but I dont have much more time to decide...Maybe I'm meant to be at Hofstra or maybe I'm not. Maybe it's not education or location, but love. I dont know.

There was a love affair in this building.
The kind of love affair where every respectable building must keep as a legend...