my triumphant return.
boring stories ahead.
first i finally got my degree. well not quite, since i still have library books out, but i can almost taste the useless document.
after that i drank exactly one liter of jameson per day for about a week and a half.
after that i went to sweden, denmark, and the netherlands, and i fell in love, with a prostitute. yes, seriously. how fucking typical. what the fuck am i? a french painter? a russian novelist? captain save-a-ho?
after that i got served my VERY FIRST WARRANT. now, the ironic thing about this is of course that i'm not really a criminal, i missed my court date for a citation i got for not wearing my helmet at a skatepark and i got served with a fucking WARRANT FOR MY ARREST. it was almost funny until i actually had to turn myself in and get a new court date and now i'll owe at least 250 dollars and probably have to do community service. welcome back to america. now can't you see why the terrorists hate our freedom?
i moved out of my parents house also, so ladies, inquire inside. whatever the fuck that means. i think by 23 you're either settling down or too fucking bitter to ever settle down. any thoughts on that?
this summer i have class 5 days a week, sun - thur, and saturdays are practice MCATs. i'm also probably gonna get a part time min. wage job, so i won't have to be totally broke for that minimal time off i have.
other than that, i've been very much down in spirits, and for the first time in my life, i've been going to bed before midnight regularly (usually never before 3am).
i'll think of something to look forward to, and then things will get a little bit better.
i love my cat.
i love you. you look great.
- ryan
boring stories ahead.
first i finally got my degree. well not quite, since i still have library books out, but i can almost taste the useless document.
after that i drank exactly one liter of jameson per day for about a week and a half.
after that i went to sweden, denmark, and the netherlands, and i fell in love, with a prostitute. yes, seriously. how fucking typical. what the fuck am i? a french painter? a russian novelist? captain save-a-ho?
after that i got served my VERY FIRST WARRANT. now, the ironic thing about this is of course that i'm not really a criminal, i missed my court date for a citation i got for not wearing my helmet at a skatepark and i got served with a fucking WARRANT FOR MY ARREST. it was almost funny until i actually had to turn myself in and get a new court date and now i'll owe at least 250 dollars and probably have to do community service. welcome back to america. now can't you see why the terrorists hate our freedom?
i moved out of my parents house also, so ladies, inquire inside. whatever the fuck that means. i think by 23 you're either settling down or too fucking bitter to ever settle down. any thoughts on that?
this summer i have class 5 days a week, sun - thur, and saturdays are practice MCATs. i'm also probably gonna get a part time min. wage job, so i won't have to be totally broke for that minimal time off i have.
other than that, i've been very much down in spirits, and for the first time in my life, i've been going to bed before midnight regularly (usually never before 3am).
i'll think of something to look forward to, and then things will get a little bit better.
i love my cat.
i love you. you look great.
- ryan
(I do look great don't I?)