rapalus

Man college is boring. So far I haven't learned anything. My bio teacher just blabs for fifty minutes about valence electrons when I want to talk about mhc class II molecules and their mediation in the inflammatory response through antigen loading and presentation to Th-cells. On a side not I am officially enrolled in UMASS for spring '10.

I really need to get a band going. I'm sick of just playing with myself. I also got these really fucking annoying neighbors. They're a couple of fekn 19 year old punks who think they are straight outta compton. They walk around with like three bitches hanging off of their clearly muscular arms as they get out of their sick ass honda civics with da gold rims dood. They always have some stupid boston hat on fashionably set to the side and down so you can just see their eyes under the rim. I say hi to them and they just ignore me. What's better is the fact that they stay up all hours of the night watching tv, blasting shitty music, and yelling and screaming and circjerking each other off. It really does just fill me with latent rage. One of these nights I'm gonna just have a brutal grindcore drum jam session at like 4am and see how they like it. Maybe I'll film it.

All I try to do is think of the most harmless thing from my childhood...


Oh yeah fuck Duval Patrick and his fuckin taxes.