I wish I was A little bit taller, I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl, If I did I would call her.

Like, Oh My God. I was so twisted last night. And I really didn't plan for it. I didn't wanna get totally smashed. But I forgot to eat, like I always do and got smashed (ie - St patricks Day). So thats that. I wish I didn't. Cause there was this point in the night when i was like oh my god I have to go home. Things were going crazy in my head and I had to go home. Up until that point I was rocking out and have a good time. When I woke up this morning I was lieing on 4 piles of clean clothes that I had folded and put on my bed that morning. I was still in my jeans and sweater too. My dad felt the need to ask me all these questions and talk to me while I stumbled around the kitchen looking for a glass of water. Theres a reason I don't like to drink. And I am feeling it right now.

So yeah. DAy off today. I love days off. I love when I make a day off good. Whats the point of a day off if you just sit around your house. I'm up at 11 o'clock ready to go. Everyone else sleeps in and misses half the day. Around 2 me and dom and Zain did a little shopping, then visited vicotria park.. Then we picked up Ian Richie and went to the golf range and hit a few buckets. Then Zain, Ian and I spent the whole night doing nothing. WE went to stratford, brackly beach, a & w, and melons. The people at melons are weird and Zain kept getting the fear. So we didn't stay too long. I think i'll jump on the band wagon and wish Taylor Brent and Zain happy birthdays. you can't get to many happy birthdays, belated or not.

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?