Salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt.
Our hearts littering the topsoil.
Tune in and we can get the last call.
Our lives, our coal.
Salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt.
Our hearts littering the topsoil.
Sign up it's the picket line or the parade.
- "Bleed American" (Jimmy Eat World)
Hello again, kiddies. Gosh, it's been so long since I've updated this that I really have little idea where to start. Well, first off...Back at Kent. The break was absolutley painful, to be honest. The reason I never updated was because, honestly, I had nothing to talk about. I COULD have posted some stuff, but do you guys really care that I had to decide between Corn Flakes and Very Berry Kix most mornings or that I discovered that disposable Bics cut the poo out of my face. I also discovered that I suck at shaving. My face hurts.
Well, I'm hoping to get a few things done this semester that I've, as to now, been unable to accomplish. They are as follows:
1) Play a new drinking game. (Accomplished Jan 16th)
2) Piss off a waiter with my "In-Your-Face" attitude. (Accomplished Jan 16th)
3) Grow my hair out to at least Eye-Length.
4) Buy "Everybody Loves an Irish Boy" shirt. It's $25.99...Working on the cash.
5) Go to the REC at least 3 Days a week.
6) Buy a new Belt Buckle. Preferably one questionable in content.
7) Grow a beard. Like Grizzly Adams...Or my RA.
8) Write an article on a topic I actually enjoy. Eventually, Colin...Eventually.
9) Find a girl that hates herself enough to date me.
10) Keep that girl locked in my room so she can't run away to someone else.
...I think that about covers it. If I can get 4 of those 10 done, I'll be batting .400, and .400 will get you into the Hall of Fame in baseball. Unless you gamble on your sport. Then, it'll get you an "Honorary Membership" into the World Wrestling Federation Hall of Fame, just like Pete Rose.
Joi Woodi,
Colin
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