I called the Stats proffeser this morning offering sexual favors and he let me into his class. Thank god because if i didn't get in I would be royally screwed. My life plan revolves around that course. Now I have to call my English Prof. and god I hope Its a man. The women are much more inclined to turn down my offers.


I find I have less and less to write about. As my life returns to back to its regular painless self I find less to write about. I need someone to back-stab me so I can entertain everyone with my sorrow. Wait, No please don't back stab me.


I have a dentist appointment tomorrow and i'm terrified. I've never had a cavity and i think my luck is running out. How come everyone else has a dentist with a tv in the ceiling? I have to stare at cruddy ceiling tiles.

See how boring I am?