You are now splattered with remnants of the bubble of doom.

i hate to burst the bubble of doom...but i can't really seem to relate to the whole "life blows" mentality...not right now anyway...i know i should...i'm coming down with a formiddable cold. my classes are either rediculously hard or unimaginably easy. i don't have internet cause my comp is a piece so i have to either borrow my room mate's or (like today) use the comps in the student center...i constantly seem to be walking in on my room mate and her new bf havin sex or just walk in on him laying ass naked in her bed while she is at work (even though he has his own room with no room mates that is like 200 yds away from ours but whatever)...the food is awful...girls here are petty and gossipy and continualously pissed at me for no reason whatsoever...things just suck and my mood should reflect that but it doesn't...

weird stuff...i guess i'm just dead set on focusing on the good things that i make happen in my life...i choose to ignore the fact that i don't have anywhere to live next year and the deadline is next week...i replace all that anxiety with popsicles...and easy mac...and pbj sandwhiches...which in turn makes the dorm food less nasty...then at dinner i get more creative with the food i'm given...instead of baked potatos for the 3rd night in a row, i make nachos out of the condiments...not too shabby...i ignore the fact that i have to write a 3 page comp paper that will kick my ass and then i laugh about the fact that my comp teacher used the following words in class: 'dipshit' 'ass fuck' 'Churchhill is an asshole' and my personal favorite: 'like we used to say back in Nam, better you than me, mother fucker'. i use my spanish assignment (2 pages in spanish on the occupations of your rents and grents using vocab from chapter 7) as an excuse to create elaborate stories about how my dad is a spy and my mom works in a laundromat. apparnetly one grandmother housed orphans during the cold war and the other was a stenographer for the courts of massachusets. one grandfather was an executive with the CIA and the other was a garbage man (...none of these are, by the by, even remotely true). instead of stressing about a test the next day, i take time out to convince other people in my dorm to partake in what i see as one of the greatest and most comedic movies of all time, american psycho (no one out here has seen it but has that kind of sense of humor...wacky...) i talk to the stoner in astronomy because he knows more about seeing stars then any professor...i make endless jokes about my room mate's 'late night excurisions which culminate in the ever awful walk of shames' (ya know? when you have to walk back from some one else's room the morning after havin sex or getting drunk and everyone knows that you stayed out all night cause you look like hell froze over in your face and your clothes are all stretched out and mangled not to mention you have make-up smeared all over your face and your breath is absolutely rank? ya know what i'm talkin about...)... instead of stressing about the 3 chapters of astronomy i didn't read last night cause it was boring i'm typing this lovely post and then i'm going to not go back to the dorm to eat their funkass hot dogs but instead i'm going to treat myself to either a bagel sandwhich or panda express here at the student center...and a smoothie...cause 'cram a latte' has the best smoothies in the world...manic mango is what its all about... so thats my rant... keep in mind that college is as good as life gets and to make the most of it or as Tom Petty once said: "You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink 'til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does..."