It’s addicting, like a drug

.almost.

“Test”ament of our devotion to our studies.

“Exam”ination of our comprehension.

FUCK YOU for making our lives miserable, give me my break already!!! I was framed and blue balled from Thanksgiving break…

Go fuck yourself,

Dan

Or a close substitute to allow me to travel through time. To better times or simply a future where I’ll be able to distress with a glass of fermented sugar, a group of familiar faces, and stories to tell.

Kudos to you.

Where do we begin?:

• Cheese. Enough said.
• Yogurt.
• Opening a variety of deserts.
• Chocolate. You enhance it and vice versa. Milk chocolate/ chocolate milk….
  
• In my coffee.
• Liquid protein.
  

7:45- Alarm 8:00- After many fail attempts to get up, and over pressing your snooze bottom, finally getting up 8:30- The mirror preperations; after a long shower, the shaving, contact placing, the brushing of teeth. 8:40- the quick breakfast of an egg sandwich 8:48- Having your roomate put mango rum in your orange juice 9:05- Laughing your way to the campuss shuttle 9:21- waking to the door of the 9:30 class and reading a note that reads: Prof. running late, class will begin at 10. 9:32- instead of leaving, sit & wait with 10/200 people hoping she’ll give out extra credit.

Crying all the time, is a sign of weakness.

Crying all the time, is a waste.

Men don’t cry.

Moments of helplessness to help the ones you love,call for tears.

I don’t waste tears, but today tears were shed.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Some people are just beastly looking.