So needless to say that my utter abundance of free time lately has lead me with thinking. And I've thought. Not about much in particular, sometimes maintaining balance takes a fair amount of concentration. =P

Some people went asking me what I was going to do for a job now. I have horrible flashbacks to Dillards. I makes me break out in hives just imagining the that brain dead anthill of insufferable peons talking down to me like I'm nothing. If I can say, fuck that to school, I can say fuck that to you too Dillards. You fat asshole. I hope you microwave your overpriced, cheapass dishware and get cancer.

I have no idea what I'm going to do for money. Money. Money. moneymoneymoneymoney. I found a way to make more money at least in the short term. You know. Until I get on my feet, figituritively speaking because right now I can't do much for standing. Half of saving money is not spending money. Why the hell do I need to dump money into a dump of an apartment? That's what I asked myself around 5am sometime yesterday I think. getting rid of this thing is something that ended up being pretty easy. Sure I had to be creative. But being creative is what I do best aside from being drunk and useless. XD

I managed to sublease out to a near sighted Armenian lesbian... I sent her pictures of Justin with promises of an arranged marriage AND BAM. Moneies?! I got moneies!!! PRORATE BITCH!!! I got $275. and some odd change. Do you have any idea what kind of money that is to someone? That's like enough money forever! Life is an adventure!!! I"M WELL EQUIPED NAAAAW!!

Wow, sorry for the lack of updates this month! I've been busy as a bee! Not with school though! Man, am I glad I'm done with that. I should probably back up. From what I can remember, somewhere around the end of February, it got to be pretty clear that school wasn't working out. Papers, papers, papers. What's the point in all of these papers. What's the point of school. I'm tired of all of this! I want to do things with my life, enough of this incessant buzzing of papers.

Sitting inside day after day, staying up night after night, only to have one professor after the other bitch and moan at me that I'm just not trying hard enough. That's not living life! 'Work ahead', they say, 'start now' they say... I don't see how I'm ever supposed to do any of that when I'm working on or researching any of the 2 or sometimes 3 papers due this week. Somewhere around my fourth consecutive all-nighter I finally said 'fuck this'.

Let me tell you, the next couple of days, I have never felt so relaxed. Most of it is in a drunken haze and I don't really remember much of it, and really I couldn't even keep track of the days as I didn't leave the apartment much. I've been pretty good about taking Advil and drinking lots of water before I pass out, so amid the occasional hangover, I've never felt more rested or refreshed. I'm pretty sure that school is just a highly popularized form of suicide.