I use to squat 500lbs when i was 185lbs with only a few years of training in the off season. Things have really changed, and i need another shoulder surgery. i wanted to be bruce lee, but im more like a washed out jock who paints a lot now, but i still want that meat to feel good and make my girl a little more inticed. Is this like getting breast implants, only i have to work for it?

fuck it.

god, we go so long without sex. i want to be good, i really do. I know it isn't my fault. I know you can never know someone 100 percent, but this isnt my fault. she is so lazy. we don't have a shit load in common but we never let that get in the way, we respect our differences. i'm lazy as fuck too, but we both pick and choose what makes us sit and what makes us tick. she has never masturbated.... believe me... you haven't met her.

Dude. Two classes already canceled. My poor tuition money.

When you fall asleep to the Lost in Translation dvd, the title screen happens to be some really awesome ambient beats to sleep to.

"and there's no stopping Voltron"

I'm glad I bought this horribly drawn, trippy colored and light effect filled, childhood dream on DVD.

I need to take some english classes, and take them seriously. I don't need anymore, but I was so bad at caring for reading in high school that I just took the C- and did better in math, half assed as well. I'm one of few students in Herron who would do better in the 2plus2. We are the only major I believe not required to take ANY math, most would be excited, I wasn't. Now, we critique art, we speak art, and I feel the art, but I cannot speak it. I know and I feel amazing things, and I can tell I understand it well and the professors are very accepting of me over others, some people just need a lot more time for understanding, but it seems like they can announce their naive feelings better than I can in my complex. I believe critique is helping, but I say just a single word to describe something, when the word is too vague for everyone else, I just shut up or get interrupted or say "nevermind".

I'd also like to say the word "like" a lot less than I currently do.

I'm too afraid of wasting time on a book I'd hate. Though, I might read Bill O'Reilly, for more reasons to hate him. I feel more productive half naked on the couch watching something that goes "crash! bang! caplooey!" haha, and some marinara stains, and probably a bong spilled over.

Time for moving over here. Going to get a nice finished basement, mold free, to store and make more paintings, photos, drawings. This is great. I'm going to be fucking productive, and efficient.

great chron o. free 8 for me.

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