skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink

So...Currently listening to: Hadouken.
I ran a mile yesterday and then took a Navy shower. Congratulations to me.
Everyone is the world is coming back to Napa tomorrow. Well, fuck me.
I'll be chillin with the squirrels in Da Ow.

Today...Classes...
Precal is coolio. American Mind is hella feminist bullshit. Anthropology is hella intense.
I went to singing an hour late. Well fuck me...again.
But it was an accident I swear.

For the first time ever, I think I deserve to party.


This whole blogging shindig reminds me of when we used to all have xangas. Those things were tight. Like spandex. But then they got blocked at school.

Oh and I don't worship Anna and Gwen. I just admire what they do or have done in the past.
Now if you will excuse me, I must tend to their shrines.

The truth: I could talk and talk forever. But is it really worth the time?
currently...yes.

I think you should stand up right now. And dance.

Wow. You're a shitty dancer.
Haaha just kidding. I dont think there is such thing as bad dancing.
Unless your name is Andrew Hansen

It is hotter than hell here is Napa. Which means only one thing:
Poetry time.....
The dust gathers
in the core of your soul
the accumulation
of the spores
congregate
and evaporate
into the love you once possessed

blah blah blah
poetry time is now over

I'm too tired to say anything interesting. Sorry

I found a very remote corner in the college library today . No one is ever back there. I could do hella shit back there and no one would ever know. I could snort some coke and no one would ever know. I could sell coke and no one would ever know. I could sell myself back there and no one would ever know. I could...read a book...and no one would ever know.

Which is actually what I did. Did you know that Jack London was a hella Alchi? Tchya, believe it. But as for Sinclair...pssshhh that nigga neva drank shit.

Keep up the good work fellow green enthusiasts!!

Namaste