What can I say about her that hasn't already been said about Afghanistan?

I'm talking about my room though. I fixed it the way I like it and now hopefully I'm much more productive in here. Of course, it has yet to pan out because here I am, online and blogging instead of working on my response paper that's due at 8:30.

I like this song too. I think I miss you. But I'll just change the track.

Actually, I've been trying to restrain myself from buying an mp3 player as of late. I think I'm doing pretty well, but watch me go and charge the bitch on a credit card tomorrow or something. Speaking of mp3 players, I didn't even bother trying to do the "HUB Bingo" because it was so freakin' crowded in there today, it was nuts. I should have done it in the morning when nobody was around. Oh well, it doesn't matter.

I stated laughing out loud today when I remembered what the people I sat with in AES 322 would say about the Service Learning Coordinator last quarter. She'd leave the room and Jeane or Leslie would be like, "Man, fuck, where'd that ho go?" or "Where's that bitch at?" It was some funny shit. We were hella ghetto in there. I miss that class.

I'm trying to stop cracking my knuckles and wrists. Everyone says it's either unhealthy or really gross. I've gone cold turkey since last week, and I've done it twice on accident. I think that's pretty good. I'll stop cracking my knuckles and instead pick up a bottle of liquor and drink til kingdom come.

Time to go write my paper.

Pieces - Sum 41