This week will mark the end of two tedious projects for me. Economic summit and the Salinger Project. Fuck school. Fuck all yall. School is just a paper after another. And I think it's just shit that second semester of Econ doesn't have to do this bullshit summit. But whatever. If i didn't see you last night, i think you just missed out on one of the greatest shows of the year. And you even missed out on me stage diving. But whatever floats your boat. I'm getting more restless for the holidays even though I probably won't be able to save up as much money as I want to. There's so many people I want to get gifts for. I get paid this week which means I can get my dope sweaters done. Or maybe just one sweater. Kinda wrong of me. That money could be used for gifts. Watch me still get my sweater. Dean's going to get one with me. I think. I dunno. I love that kid though. I hate hearing the word dissapoint. I've heard it from so many people in just this one weekend. It ticks me. Even if someone is just playing around. Paige and Michelle snuck through my window Thursday night. I love those girls. But not the drunkard that sat on the side of my wall for hours with a bottle of vodka. That shit really got me scurred. I don't even know if I'm going to Vegas this weekend anymore. Plans with my sister never seem to go through. Call me a faggot but I think I like Paramore. It's kinda nippy in my house. My hair is pretty wet. And it's getting pretty long. I really don't know what this entry was for. Ramble ramble ramble.
Senior year isn't that bad, yet. I can handle 4 classes. Summer '06 was pretty much dope shit. Whose wasn't? The new Have Heart CD is dope shit too. I'm still contemplating about whether I should take my SAT's or not because I've faced the fact that I will never remotely get close to a prestigious school. So it's a matter of spending $50 on a test or gasoline? And I've only got tomorrow to decide. Hopefully I get to see Matteo tomorrow. Eight days til the first pre season game of The Ducks. And I have a new found love for my Hollister co-workers. What the fuck is that shit? Peace out.