Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Mmmm Tea.

So, I'm sitting here in Saga (Saga is the college's dinning commons) drinking tea and doing homework.
By doing homework I mean doing nothing other then stressing out and drinking tea.
Its cold outside, but not raining.
Massachusetts is still a swamp.
Last night was a shit fest. Like shit hit the fan and splattered all over the place. I haven't been able go anywhere that the horrid stench is not attempting to murder me with its pretty much invincible stench wrath.
Oh God, my tea taste fucking awesome.
It smells only slightly like shit and mostly like honey, which I love.
I miss Tucson. Tucson smells like shit to, in a different way, a way that brings to my attention feelings of sweet shit scented nostalgia.
This morning I woke up and looked in the mirror, do you know what I saw?
It was not fucking P Diddy.
What you can't think of anything else? Okay I'll tell you because you look so good begging me on your knees, crying like that.
Well, I saw myself, looking like absolute shit.
I have officially blended in with my shit splattered habitat.
Awesome.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Goddammit Sasha.

Its raining, again for the third day in a row,
Massachusetts is a swamp.
I'm sitting on a bed with two queer guys who are playing WOW,
this is what my life has come down to.
It's a typical day and I'm contemplating setting my dorm on fire and turning into that guy who went into the wild.
Or yelling at the various assholes on my campus to take a goddamn shower and choke on their bleeding heart causes.
I spend a lot of my more enjoyable time here thinking about Squirrel's and how much cooler they are then me, and how cool it would be if I could train them to take down all the people I dislike.
Their claws look pretty sharp. I'm pretty sure they could rip out organs...and eat them...or feed them to their Squirrel babies.
I can hear the screams of the unfortunate victims
Its fucking epic.
Welcome to Massachusetts.