Dang, just woke up and still feel retarded. Oh well, work time. Let’s see how this goes.
Today, I got pulled over for the first time and got my first ticket. Speeding. The worst part is that I know the cop was full of shit and is just trying to meet quota (saw four other cars pulled over in a 20ish mile stretch). Got me for “15” over the limit, which is the cutoff from “slap on the wrist” to “what the fuck”? Sure, I was speeding. But I was only...
Life's too short to even care at all,
Young the Giant - Cough Syrup
Status: Kite. Time to resume Community marathon.
Pray for pocket Aces, But maybe open my hand a bit.
Favorite Fucks 3.
Part 3: Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man [1:03] Aloe vera for the soul.
And a pair of scissors later...
gpoyw: Hair Edition. P.S. Taking that picture alone in a room felt real, real stupid. Had to be done. P.P.S. It’s actually shorter in real life (as opposed to fake life?) than it looks in the picture. Might go shorter still. Not quite sure yet. We’ll see.
Do you read this? Probably not. But just so it’s out there, I love you. That’s it.
There’s a pretty big part of me holding out. Maybe it’s useless, maybe it’s stupid, maybe it’s pathetic, but it’s there. Maybe it’ll always be there, looking forward to someday. But this, right now, isn’t cutting it. Tables, they turn sometimes. Oh, someday, I ain’t wasting no more time. This is my official letter of resignation. Fuck it. Going...
I’m thinking about chopping off most of my hair. What say you, followers?
The following was performed by professionals....
Got a call. “Hey, let’s hang out!” “Sure,” I thought. Nbd. Rage cage, followed by six (seven maybe?) rounds of flip cup, followed by beer pong WHILE taking part in Power Hour (harder than it sounds, especially taking those shots while playing/shooting in beer pong), followed by more flip cup and… other games. Walking to AMPM and back. Bloateddddd. Pretty...
My mom just got a new dog. I’ve been taking for granted how much our other dog has quieted down, especially when I’m coming in late at night. This ones still a loud little fucker. The Trans will break his spirit. Have no doubt.
I call this Club Titanic, why? 'Cause it's goin'...
First clubbin’ experience: less than successful, a bit more like disaster. But the night ended up okay. Part 1: Spontaneity Driving home from work on Saturday, I heard DEV on the radio saying she’d be at Barcode (club in Sacramento) tonight. Fuckin DEV?! What a qtPi. Summon the Broheims. Tonight we ride. Alerted the troops and then off we went, into the night. Part 2: Role Reversal...
So when I got to my car today after work, I spotted these two strangers with the hood of their car up, looking around seemingly bemused. So I walk over and ask if they’re okay. Turns out they were extremely bemused. They heard a loud pop, the car died, and they managed to get it pulled over. 45 minutes later, in a heat usually reserved for the surface of the sun, the burst pipe had been...
On becoming a doctor: An intrinsic desire to help people. A lucrative, always-in-demand career. Nothing else to do. Those used to be my primary motivators. Earlier today, my dad sauntered up for a chat. Him: You’ve spent almost a hundred dollars since the beginning of the month! Me: Yeah… Him: You have to be more responsible, you can’t spend money you don’t have. Me: I...
Edit: Lied about the whole break time thing. So many friends leaving now, so many memories need to be made, so little time.
Man, about 48 hours straight of being hyper fucked up. Break time. It’s a tough life I lead.
This is the last time, I swears it.
iFFY The Bad Man - Do You Hopeful Resolve | Pathetic Desperation There’s a fine line. I’m lost. Camping in t-minus 4ish hours. Packing and getting ready in t-minus 3ish hours. Last time last year felt like just yesterday. Here’s to what will hopefully turn out to be a great 3 day drunkfest. We’ll see.
Favorite Fucks 1&2.
Parts One and Two: Rilo Kiley - Spectacular Views [Around the 2:45 mark, but just listen to the song, would you?] - - - - - - - Modest Mouse - Black Cadillacs [Around the 0:23 mark and again around 2:23, but I say just press the play button and don’t worry about the time.]
Tumbled through over 400 pages on my Dashboard today. I’m not sure what kinds of emotions I should be feeling right now. I want some coffee ice cream, brb.
Science vs. Romance
It’s feelin’ like a Rilo Kiley kind of night. R.I.P.
Oh, and the other day I rode around Davis on a bike for like 2 hours. First time I had been on a bike since I was maybe like… 5? Pros: +Liberating +Fun +Faster than walking Cons: -My balls hurt.
I liked it, so I put a ring on it. And again. And again, again, again, and again. But I’m quickly running out of fingers/space/fingerspace to put rings on. Drove to Oakland and back tonight. Night Drive. Destination: Oakland. Now I have so much running through my head, in and out, every which way. I have no idea where to start, no idea how to get anything into words, no idea why I’m...