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...but only sometimes :) Bringin' it back. Lots has changed in the past two months (which, really, is a dumb statement; of course plenty of things in an eighteen-year-old's life would change in two months). I've so far had even more academic success in college than I did in high school, which is saying something, and I still don't really give a shit. I now realize that some of the friends I've made will be with me for my life, whether in the same or different manner as they are now. I'm kicking myself in the balls for not realizing certain things earlier, and at the same time patting myself on the tits for learning from my past mistakes. But with that, I will end my self-important rant of my current condition. Adi—s.
♥ Here's a good one for you. I have at least a dozen decent stories I could relay right now, but I have a feeling any one of them would get incredibly boring after a sentence. So, I will give you each story in one-sentence form.

• Last week, I got drunk and almost raped and then walked around lots of places with a kid whose company I don't even enjoy, but I still had an excellent night.
• I had the tiniest amount of alcohol last night, but due to an ungodly consumption of sugary things, I puked a shitload at 2 a.m.
• This amazingly gorgeous kid in my philosophy class that I've never actually talked to but actively stalk friend requested me on Facebook, and now my goal is to entice him to break up with his girlfriend.
• I have not yet gotten paid, and I have now been working for three weeks.
• Currently, I am trying to up my playcount for the Mad Caddies on my last.fm, for purely personal enjoyment.
• I introduced the idea that I once had sex with a drug dealer to my mother, and she just laughed because she did not believe it.
• I think I want an industrial piercing.
• I am devoting considerable amounts of time to finding proof for one of my roommates that a certain band's wonderfully delicious guitarist does, indeed, have his septum pierced.

Alright, so perhaps that was only eight, and I sound like quite a terrible person from half of those one-sentence stories. This is why I like to tell stories in full; the summary is never, ever the full story. Some disclaimers: I have only been drunk twice; one of those times was when I had sex with the drug dealer; I do not remember most of that event, nor did I particularly desire it; I do not do drugs; I am not actually trying to sabotage anyone's relationshipÉ. although I might be putting my tits on slightly better display in that class. Not my fault he has an "I ♥ boobies" bracelet.
♥ That's an awful name for a band. Not the worst, but bad. You're boring. Say what you want to say; you're the one who started talking to me. Regardless, I still miss you. You're a cool kid. wtf. rainbows.
/streamofconsciousness
♥ Hmm... I am legally an adult now. College is fun times, what with Taco King and True Blood and dance parties and assbag Gamestop sales associates who orgasm over a female purchasing Call of Duty to play for herself. Unfortunately enough in that last case, I no longer have the excuse of "underage!!!" Oh well. There was no way that one could last forever, anyways.
♥ I want to learn Japanese. I would also like to learn how to dance (preferably jazz). Additionally, I wouldn't mind finishing BioShock sometime soon, and Dante's Inferno (even though it's a decidedly shitty game), and then beginning BioShock 2. Oh hey, I can actually do that one. brb going to play bioshock.
♥ I should probably go to bed soon (truth).
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"Hold onto the dream that once was so clear, and let go of your fear" - Mad Caddies, "Backyard"

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