To be continued

So the other day I got drunk. That was fun. I get drunk a lot, I probably drink too much, but you’re only young once, right? (side note: do people actually believe in this corny quote shit? I like quotes as much as the next unintelligent motherfucker, but when you start spouting off “you’re only young once” you may want to start reading some books, quotes, zines, nude magazines, comic books without words, lyrics from Vanilla Ice, pretty much anything to increase your creativity level). Anyways, while I was intoxicated the other night something magical happened. Let me set the scene for you (ah yeah, do you feel the anticipation building, I know I do). So the night started with me, my friend Pedro, and my friend Sphere. We were drinking, talking, peeing, talking shit about random folk, you know the usual (I was going to say the ush, but I don’t think that particular abbrev works when typed, but I do love a good abbrev). After drinking for an hour or two we received a phone call. This particular call came from an attractive female, she invited us along for a night of dancing and drinking (only one of these two particular activities I like to do, actually scratch that previous statement, I like to dance, but I don’t dance normally, I like to Pogo, spaz, bobsled, circle pit, and any other type of dance that involves bouncing off other people). We accepted the invitation and then caught a cab with attractive girl and two of her attractive friends. The location we headed to be called, “The Peacock,” but the dance floor is called “The Top of The Cock.” The top of the cock is where I would spend the majority of my night ((this would sound sweet if I was a straight female or a gay male (wait, do I just say a gay? Obviously it is a gay male, there is no gay female, that would be called a straight female, so a gay female is really a straight female, I am declaring today that a straight female is a gay female, all you straight ladies can now call yourselves “gay,” it’s alright, you know you want to, I do), yet I am a straight male so it doesn’t sound as cool, but it still sounds kind of sweet)). I swear these clubs have the art of getting a person to buy drinks down to a fucking science. So you walk into the Top of The Cock (lets go with TTOTH from now on, class), and the music is blaring. You can not communicate with the person next to you without shouting, gotta love not being able to talk to a person 3 feet from you, always fun.


EDIT: I never continued this post, I'm just not that cool, the ending was pretty magnificent, maybe i'll finish this story later

Black Lips: great band name

So tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life, or something. Tomorrow starts in 48 minutes, wooo. I hate college, but I do like girls. I hate group projects, but I do like meeting sweet group members. The other day one of my group members swallowed her birth control pill in class, that was cool. I wish I could accomplish something that radical, so everyday in the morning I take 14 vitamins/supplements, it would be rad to take all 14 of those in class. I'm trying to review the new New Found Glory album, it's not coming along too swell. Here is a little line from said review that has nothing to do with the album,
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Lyrics I would like to be heard performed by Off With Their Heads: “I’ll never love again, I’m not comfortable in my own skin, I’m ashamed to be myself, I wear my shame I wear it all too well”

You know you're reading a good review when the author takes lyrics from the album he or she is reviewing and then says something like "I really would like to hear (Insert band here) sing these lyrics." Goddamn I'm amazing!!!!!!! I think punk rock fucked up my ability to say things like, "I'm a great worker, I would be excellent at this job because I am just so goddamn awesome." You know who is awesome, Martin Luther King Jr, I feel that when I say I am awesome I am in some way undervaluing (this might not be the correct word to use in this situation, oh gawd) his work. The reason I am bringing up this stupid "talking about myself" shit is because the other day I did not get a job as the station manager at my local college RADio station, that kinda sucked, being rejected sucks, but you gotta fail before you can succeed right? Right? RIGHT? Oh wait,

I'm so awesome

-Good day blog