Marc
Alright, don't tell Zook this, but I got a hold of Van Morrison's Moondance last night ... and it's really fucking good. Goddamn, please don't tell Zook though, cause he'll pull that snobby "I told you so" shit and make fun of me and whatnot. According to you and me I've still never heard Moondance and I have no opinion on it, okay?
Good.
Last night saw me write 7 one-page papers, 1 two-page paper, 1 eight-page paper, and begin work on 1 four-page paper. Can you say "machine"? I can. Fuck. I just sat here all night pounding it out, hacking through the woods, just dying to get finished with all my shit. So later today I'm going to start going through my room, throwing stuff away that I don't need anymore so it'll be easier to pack when I fucking move. I wish I didn't have to move. I like my living situation right now, minus the apartment itself. I think that Matt, Jeff, and I were born to be college roommates. We're all slobs, we all just don't give a fuck about anything really, and we all like naps. We listen to a lot of the same music, we like a lot of the same movies, and blah blah blah. 'twas a good year, folks. A damn good year.
Oh, and I had another fucking insane dream last night that involved an ex-girlfriend, a train, a ton of construction workers, and two old chests that my mom used to dote over all the time. Weird, weird, weird.
Bye now, I've got to go blow my nose.
Alright, don't tell Zook this, but I got a hold of Van Morrison's Moondance last night ... and it's really fucking good. Goddamn, please don't tell Zook though, cause he'll pull that snobby "I told you so" shit and make fun of me and whatnot. According to you and me I've still never heard Moondance and I have no opinion on it, okay?
Good.
Last night saw me write 7 one-page papers, 1 two-page paper, 1 eight-page paper, and begin work on 1 four-page paper. Can you say "machine"? I can. Fuck. I just sat here all night pounding it out, hacking through the woods, just dying to get finished with all my shit. So later today I'm going to start going through my room, throwing stuff away that I don't need anymore so it'll be easier to pack when I fucking move. I wish I didn't have to move. I like my living situation right now, minus the apartment itself. I think that Matt, Jeff, and I were born to be college roommates. We're all slobs, we all just don't give a fuck about anything really, and we all like naps. We listen to a lot of the same music, we like a lot of the same movies, and blah blah blah. 'twas a good year, folks. A damn good year.
Oh, and I had another fucking insane dream last night that involved an ex-girlfriend, a train, a ton of construction workers, and two old chests that my mom used to dote over all the time. Weird, weird, weird.
Bye now, I've got to go blow my nose.
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