It Is That Time Of Year Again

School has started and I already had a project and quiz and goo gobs of reading to do. Da Fuck is up with that? I don't know. Maybe it is because a smart guy decided to take 18 hours. I am going to be drained. I also moved in, ya know, I realized my brain most of the time does not work in sequential order and it confuses people. So if you if you sometimes do not understand then I really don't care. These entries are the ramblings of my brain and they will be however they please. Next topic.
Oh, went to a Round Rock Express game on Tuesday or something like that and got so many coupons to Taco Bueno and other coupons to other places. So random but hey, that is some free food and I am always thankful for that. I am also waiting for a refund check so that I can pay some bills and save some for the future bills. My check from My Generation has still not come in yet and it is pissing me off because this shit was done 5 days shy of a month ago. So fuck a nigga named EMS payroll. Oh and with that refund check, I am going to buy some shoes and possibly a Fleshlight. Sounds reasonable. Oh shit. I forgot about this drunk lady at the RRE game.
So, Evan, Jordan and I were sitting in the grassy knoll by the right fielder. Above us was a side walk and then a pool with some tables and that is where she was. She was sitting there all angel like not really but I just describe that way because she made my night, no lie. Anyways, her way of working was just to yell at the right fielder but by calling them by their number. So RRE RF's number was 25 the opposing Redhawks was 24. RRE was on the field and so she yelled, "Twenty, five. HEY NUMBER TWENTY FIVE. Hey twenty five." He was not looking up because he thought it was a trap. I don't know for sure but that is what I would think if I was in his place. "TWENTY FIVE". No answer. Then 3 outs and the other team is out on the field. Here comes 24. "HEY NUMBER TWENTY FOUR. Twenty FOUR. HEY TWENTY FOUR." He was not as smart and so he looked slightly back. "HEY TWENTY FOUR.....YOU SUCK!" Then he fully turned back and just waved it off with the same reaction that one would do if some one was waving 'hello' to them. A man sitting next to the angel chimed in, " YEAH LOOK UP HERE. YOU SUCK." Then the angel, "TWENTY FOUR. Hey twenty four." The man has learned his lesson and he did not look or even glance back again. Then silence for about 5 mins. "VEINTE CUATRO!" Oh shit that made me laugh so hard. I don't know what was going through her head but it was probably something like this: Let me see, he now is not going to respond to anything I am saying to him in English. OH. Let me see if by me yelling out in Spanish he will not recognize that it is me and he will turn around and I can verbally rape him again. I believe that was her thinking. OOOOOOORRRRRR. It probably was not and it was the beer talking. Either way I was laughing for 2 minutes straight because of that. Thank you random drunk angel. THANK YOU.
I finally got Rosetta Stone for Spanish and Italian and I am so excited. Like so excited I have not even started it. OH YEAH. I have homework to be doing and I need to contact these St. Edward's niggas about the on campus jobs because I applied and I have work study and I need this shit. NO JOKE. If they want me to die then they should go ahead and just shoot me. Did you know that a recurring nightmare I have had is about some random thug or somebody who has a gun and is shooting at me and is never running out of bullets. For some reason, a gun is scarier to me than a knife. I have said more than enough to keep you busy for 2 or 3 minutes so I shall leave you with a sense that I can see what you are doing at all times. I have ESP I think and it is really acting up ever since I got back on campus. Maybe a sign of something to come. I don't know. Maybe I should ask That's So Raven for some guidance. Alright, Later.


And RESIDENT EVIL: AFTERLIFE IS COMING OUT SOON. I JUST WANT TO BLOW A LOAD RIGHT NOW BY JUST TALKING ABOUT IT. UH, DONE......LATER.

School.

It starts in a while. And by while, I mean that it starts 11 hours and 39 mins from now. I am excited and I like my room that I have with all my furniture and shit that happened to find its way here. On the other hand, I am seeing a significant amount of shrinkage in sperm count. No, but on a serious note, I gave Jordan his ticket to Daniel Tosh and I am guessing he is psyched about it because he looked like it I think. It could have been the ticket or maybe a mild case of tapeworms. I don't know, I am not a doctor but all in all I hope he like his birthday present. Now I have to find one for Jacob. Turns out he already pre-ordered Halo Reach and that is exactly what I was going to get him so that he did not have to pay for it. But oh well, I have to look for something else then. I do not know what but I will find the answer sometime before we have to do anything for his birthday. NOW on to what happens in life.
Went to a "get together" last night and it was nice seeing old friends and making a new one that was totally wasted but you know what fuck it. I will tell you this later because I am listening to a song that needs my full attention. Later.

Something You Want To Hear

So I have been looking around for some furniture and I still need a table and a plethora of other items but small steps. I also got most of my books and I am proud of that because I save like a gagillion dollars. Thank you Campusbookrentals.com (shameless promotion). I have also worked on My Generation for a little bit but my damn paycheck still has not come in and it is getting on my nerves because I need that piece of shit now. I took pictures of random shit and I totally forgot to post them. Oh well, go to Facebook and see them. Vapur, I am going to review you. Don't fret. I am just going to get a good 2 weeks in of use before I make a good verdict. I have also done some other stuff that I can't remember. I realize how vague this is and frankly, I don't give a fuck. Tomorrow I am going to apply for a job at school for work study and they better give me that shit because I need it. I can't get by on my good looks alone. My hair is short now and I like it, especially since it is fucking 239048273498 degrees outside. And waiting for time to pass by is exhausting. Craigslist people need to hurry and e-mail faster. Get a smartphone and it is way easier. Steve is also helping me get furniture, and by furniture, I mean a bed. It is going to be a foam bed that I have always wanted and so a desk is needed and maybe drawers. I plan on just hanging everything up and throwing underwear and socks just in a crate or something somewhere. I ain't got to impress somebody with my room. Maybe I will make a dresser. What a cool summer project. Recycled. Anyways, back to more searching and begging for money. Can't stop a balla. Later.

Damn. Not in a While, Huh, Old Sport

Alright so I am here at Super Cuts and thought it would be the perfect time to go and write an entry. So let us start at last night. While pumping gas some homeless men, a smooth wise crackin' black man and an incoherent white high as a kite man, were talking some kind noise. Until I heard the black man the other that if he didn't shut his mouth that he was going to get his ass beat. Huh? My ears perked up and started listening like it was my damn religion class. Intently they fought with black man words and the mumbles of a white man. I actually saw that these men were not going to fight. He was just giving him a very VERY hard time. It was Tough Love if you had to put a label on it. Got me thinking. Why do men hassle eachother so much. I mean it is fun sometimes but is it really that hard to confess feelings? And it is not just men but everybody. So lesson learned on this random excursion was that you don't have to be act manly with feelings. Feelings are there because they are apart of you. Why waste time trying to hide them. Anyways, that is all that I have for this entry even though it sound like I was going to have more from the way I worded my first sentences. But hey another lesson for you. YOU use English, not English uses you.