Friday, September 10, 2004

I Don't Feel Like I'm Falling Down, Just Say Hello To The Ground

The stupid fucks at FAFSA said that I would not get any financial aid. I hope they are lying, and I hope they all suffer horrid cases of tractor gonareha. If it doesn't go through, I may have to drop out of the school that I have come to love. For shame for my parents for making too much money. For shame.

The Patriots won tonight in dramatic fashion, serving as a delicious appetizer for the main course Sunday afternoon of the Purple Pride and the Cokehead Cowboys. Quincy Carter, Harvey Martin, Michael Irvin and Leon Lett, all drug casualties that played for the Yankees of the NFL. At least we had Barry Word AFTER his coke bust. I predict a Vikes win, 31-17.

School was a joke tonight, as I had easy ass German in the stinky class room and a Biology Lab for an hour and a half where we looked at plants and counted their "adolescent hairs." Lame. At least we got out early. I listened to Led Zeppelin "Houses of the Holy", New York Dolls self titled, and some scattered Ben Kweller and Funkadelic cuts. I love that I can listen to music nonstop while admiring the fine ladies of the U of M. Thank God for skirt season.

I always check out other peoples blogs with certain interests as mine, and when I clicked on the "Casino" option, Christians blog popped up second on the list of quite a few. Weird. No one elses blog pops up under certain areas. Night y'all. Off to do the hausarbeit fur Freitag.

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