benjib

I'm high as hell right now.
My head is not staying still on my neck.

I have bad cottonmouth right now. fuck! water. Water would be awesome right now. I can drink warm water, but really cold water is fucking great. It shocks you for a second.My fingers are floating right now.

I hate New Found Glory. A lot.

Not much happening.

My best friend turned twenty-one, so we celebrated by going to a random party near campus and getting completely shitfaced. I'd love to tell some more drunken stories, but to do that, I'd have to remember the night. All I can recall right now is that at one point I was standing on the arm of a couch attempting to sing "Baba...
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Twenty, Bitches! One more year to go!

Thanks to everyone who left messages over the break, they were most appreciated. Now, time for some drunken stories of love my children. I must stress that none of this is made up.

Immediately after my English class, my best friend Dorothy picked me up and before too long, we were on the train, heading toward New York....
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Mutherfuckers! I am on my Spring Break!

Times Square Hilton, bitches! I'm going to be drunk in a whole new state!

This also means I'm going to be with limited access to a computer for a week, so this is my last update for a while. Leave a little love!

I just got back from the gym, and all of my muscles are screaming in horrific, unspeakable pain. I kinda like it...

I got cast in a movie! My part is incredibly small, about five minutes of a half-hour film, but it's a fun part nontheless. My whole role is, I'm a street kid in alley. I do coke, hear a noise, and get hit...
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Ok, I wanted to write a new journal entry, but I couldn't work anything from the past week into a suitable paragraph, so instead, everything that was under consideration.

-To the young man who kept attempting to make out with me Saturday: I am stoned, eating animal crackers. You take a back seat to food, sir. Besides, I made out with you three times Friday...
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Ok...now it's offical. The crush was in fact NOT reciprocated.

Oh well...only thing worse than being single is being in a relationship. At least she was honest about everything...unlike the last crush of mine. But we don't talk about that.

Well...time to do some drinking. Peace, my fellows.

It is official...the other shoe has officially dropped. And my bank can go fornicate it self on something large and spikey. I hope it hurts.

Shit is finally looking up...And now begins the wait for the other shoe to drop... Just call me cautiously optimistic.

So I just returned to VCU for another semester, and the first thing I'm told is that there are mice living in my room. Mice that like to scratch right next to my bed at around three A.M. If that wasn't enough, we're getting hot water in the sink, but not in the shower. My roommate and I have declared war on our new roommates....
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