Goodbye freedom, hello shitsville USA. Yes, I write this with my last few moments of college freedom. It appears I waste time a lot by reading and writing. What a waste of space i am.
19 wheels kicks ass! Only there can I get a poster, a shirt, a cd and into a concert for 10 bucks! Bad ass!. Stroke 9 sucks ass. I know where all my classes are now. Went around campus with scott to find them. We seem to be becoming good friends now. Good thing he wants to quit smoking. I hope I get a job at Celebration. I'm hungry and I still need notebooks. i wanna be in a band. i am so not prepared for tommorrow. Fuck me.
on the plus side, I got to talk to Weezie. Man I wish she was here. But alas, that's a rareity here at Central, friends. Though there's no spare on the hot females. But I only want one femaleup here, Weezie. She's a lot like me, although I'm sure she doesn't want to be. I wish now I could have gotten to know her better. But thats just me, lazy D, can't make relationships but sure as hell can break them.
Thank God my first class isn't until 11 tommorrow cause I don't think I could get up any earlier. Tommorrow is a brand new day. i'll write again if I'm still alive.
Song: "Band on the Run"-Paul McCartney