3 hours of sleep in the last 36...

Still truckin'...thanks to some chicken and beer. Actually, it was more like beer, then chicken.

Last night I was at Stacy's until about 4:30am. Got into some moral debates while drunk, and talked about life and how it was going. I trust people, but I never tell anyone anything about myself. Gossip, secrets, yeah, just like everyone else does, but I don't share anything of substance with anyone. Last night I did. I hadn't told anyone any of my real thoughts and opinions for ages, until then. It was nice. On a side note, damn that girl I saw is so unbelievably fucking gorgeous. How did I miss that? I came home and slept from 4:30 to 7:30 then went to class, without showering, and went to work.

Something I noticed is how fucked up my left cheek is. It looks like I got singed on the whole left side, and I can't figure out what happened. There's a slim cut underneath my left eye and it looks hella gross. Basically, it looks like someone took a pin and pricked my left cheekbone like it was a baseball and turned it into a woofleball.

Crazy/not sexy/not cool.

Been on top of my homework for the last week or so. Feeling good about how school is going thus far, and thinking I might take the liberty of doing something crazy and out of character this weekend. I only work Saturday, so Friday night might not be a bad time to have a party or something. We'll see. Cheers.