a daisy thru concrete

SIGN THE GUESTBOOK OR DONT! LOVE ME OR DONT...

i skipped over some funny stuff from this week. fuckin-a, dood (no homo).

hey it's not a beautiful day or anything but hey i was counting on this being it, this being the day, this time, this place, a friday-i'm-in love-with-you day dream. not so fast, nate. here's why:

you're going to get up early, go to journalism, find out you got a 71% and it should've been an 85% on a quiz that you flubbbed up on because you got the premise to a simple question wrong and missed 5 points right there, thus getting a 25 out of 35 instead of a 30 out of 35. so pissing off.

on the stairs of ballantine hall, a skinny girl in black gothic, with bad hygiene, gross teeth, and she's smoking a cigarette, well she says she likes your democrat shirt. you think, cool, man. then she says but don't vote democrat. what do you vote then? "republican straight-ticket, man!" she says. are you sure? you cringe. and you find yourself thinking, what a fucking straight ticket to hell!

you have fun at lunch and think of this past weekend when seevers walked behind the counter of vp looking for papers, and the john mellencamp's son-looking guy clerk guy yells at him. and seevs says he's not from around here...so on so forth so funny.

next thing you know, you're done eating eggs, bacon, and bisquits 'n gravy with the guys, and your right hand starts swelling up after using hand-dispenser soap in the restroom. matt proposes it's a spider's fault. fucking spiders! so you got bit so it feels like a light sting or sumthin and your hand's all irritated -- itchy and red and you have a big thumb. you think the bite occurred on your ring finger because that's where the chaos started. so pissing off!

then you write an entry up and it gets erased. so pissing off. so you start anew on this one. matt just danced for a tour group (welcome to college!) and i laughed, and a girl in the group popped a floored packet of tarter sauce and we laughed, said to keep on walking.

so...

my last class of the year is in 2 hours at the irish line bar, so that's cool! i have a journalism final at 8 in the morning monday morning, a psych final 8 in the morning tuesday morning. also my story revision is due that day. so fuck tuesdays! latinos final is thursday in the evening.

i am going to start to finish scheduling classes right now. tonight i am going out with kirstin to a party, hers is the first phone number i've gotten all semester lol, she says my thinking is since she's a girl i can't sleep with i ask her to cook for us at the apartment next year when i was drunk...that's right! she's very pretty but she's not even like a girl in that respect (make sense? i'd hate to ramble on something when it'll just make it seem more important than it is to me)...which leads me to this: i'm haven't been "girl-sad," so to speak, for the first string of weeks since the end of summer going into senior year. that's nice. while it doesn't get us anywhere, it's a good feeling. having more fun with guys than guys with girls do anyway. well...ahem, that's just to say just have fun however you can.

stubbs and the mexican have a final saturday. so pissing off. that's why stubbs isn't on the guest list to party with kirstin and me tonight, though i hope he does. i gave him the advice he gave me last weekend: "this is the last time to do this, maan." ant is being picked up by katie r and meredith to go to purdue so meredith can see ben folds...err tony, too.

and the huffy, it's parts is unraveling fast...the seat is wobbly and it makes a nice (albeit a bit annoying) hummmmm now. it's wheels can go another week, i belieeeeve.

listen to the EELS on days like these, alone in a dorm that's not even yours.

as billy corgan says it best, "candy'll come callin.'"

--nate

new development: felipe just got back, says marla invited us to a party, but: i'm sure it's the same party i'm going with kirstin to, because: the manhammer boys' band is playing it, and some other bands. PAISE.

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