The feeling grows

I haven't written in this fangled thing since Wednesday and I'm sure that makes some dedicated readers quite antsy. Apparently I have a growing audience and that excites me. Somewhere like ten people are reading it and two people have been read to. It's good stuff. I am currently in a towel eating breakfast consisting of mixed fruit, a granola bar and a Fiber One bar. I decided that I need the fiber. It was kinda dumb to shower now and then go to the gym in four hours, but I looked like a greasy monkey--I don't want to look like a zoo animal if I can help it.

I have a new gym partner, Sam. She's awesome. Sam totally shows me up at the gym running like fifty miles in ten seconds but that's okay. We went on Wednesday and stayed for about an hour and a half. I'm not sure if Sam was initiated into the secret club of Hofstra gym sex screamers, but maybe one day she'll make me proud.

I know a Dave, Karen and Sam here. Just like KB. Freaky. Now I need a Brittany, Andrew, Jen, Dawn and Linda.

Wow. I have nothing to write about in this blog. I apologize to anyone who wanted to read something fulfilling and wonderful and perfect and funny--just not right now. Maybe when I'm not eating or cold or about to kill the people that I live with...I'll be witty.

I want a chicken wrap from the Student Center. I can get carrot sticks with it. FIBER. Just like oil and beans and string have fiber.

I'm so glad that the little storm yesterday didn't kill us all. It was great that we got out of class like two hours early because our professor was on the verge of a panic attack. Not really, but he emphasized how dangerous it would be to drive in it. I walked outside into the frozen rain and just went, Cool. Dave and I took it upon ourselves to elaborate last night. "It's so DANGEROUS!!!!!"; "KIDS, GET IN THE CAR"; "FUCK THE DOGS, THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD"; "TWELVE BOTTLES OF WATER?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"; "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!" Good times had by all, but mostly me and Dave.

Uhh...hhhmmmm....I have another paper to write this weekend. I cannot wait for this class to be over. Fuck it. I'm so fucking done. I can't stand it anymore. After this paper there's another presenetation that we have to do. I have some crazy ass topic that's like twenty feet long; Iv'e never even heard of it. That should be fun. Fifteen minutes on pure bullshit. Did any of you ever watch the Wilford Brimley clip on Youtube? You better have or else I'm telling Santa.

Peace out girl scouts. Enjoy the gravy train.