holy shit crypto posted walls of text on ur wall

it was a hard day but i survived. i'm tough

no, it's not weird and i think you should do it more often. and yeah, it was just like obligatory trick-or-drink and i wanted to get back home relatively early (which i did) and didn't want to get really drunk but if my math is right i had at least 15 mixed shots in a span of like two hours and i had probably the worst headache i've ever experienced when i woke up even though i got like nine hours of sleep and i literally couldn't concentrate on my paper. iirc i did a mini fist pump while still in bed after typing out a single sentence. THEN CAME THE NAUSEA and i thought i was going to vomit in between translating latin in the one class i had today.

as if i wouldn't feel completely offended and patronized if i found out my made-up organ didn't really exist centuries after every other culture already had human anatomy down pat and no one ever told me i was wrong. "oh, we decided not to let you know because we didn't want to offend your culture." jesus fucking christ i can't think of anything more condescending

anthro 101. i'd been considering dropping it for a long time since i have extra credits from high school and it's a bullshit class taught by a professor who can't lecture for shit and has such a blatant and strong anti-american agenda that even i got annoyed by it. in one class he talked about how people in the yucatan believe in an organ that doesn't actually exist. local midwives give women soothing massages during childbirth in order to ease the organ back into place because they think it moves around and causes aches and pains and shit. and the prof was like, "does this organ exist? no. but does their false belief have any actual downsides...?" and he just smirked smugly because it's totally accepting of other cultures to not inform them that they literally have false beliefs about human anatomy which affect medical practice.

also i meant to say browned out not growned out; i faintly remember being legitimately pissed off about it because it was supposed to be a short and non-destructive adventure because i had to do work in the morning and i wound up totally plastered. and i don't remember hitting my chin or hitting my knee or claiming to be frodo baggins but i think it's great that i said that. i don't even know how the fuck i could have hit my chin on anything while sitting at my desk. it was generally pretty humbling to reread the convo; i feel like i've lost all dignity.

i don't really know. i think i blacked out for the last like hour of my night. like i don't remember walking up the stairs to my room and i don't remember saying/reading most of the things in our conversation. i think i stood up to do something and then just crashed on my bed and fell asleep; when i woke up i was still wearing my shirt and tie and pants and also one of my trash bins was out in the middle of my room and idk how it got there so i must have been up to something nefarious and retarded in between leaving the lappy and hitting the hay but there was no vomit anywhere so i'm pro. ^_^

so i woke up at 9 am with the worst hangover of my life and i had 1 and 1/2 pages to write for 11 am so i dropped the class. i feel like SUCH A MAN

wow just wow

please be on steam or msn 24/7

actually i'm going to just kill you.

sure.

man you're slow, you just downloaded the new Stars album?

i know + a song is a weapon has become my favorite song off it. the guy singer torquil or whatever is such a badass in that song.

i thought i'd leave you hanging on a shania twain reference

did i just kill you with stupidity. did i kill your will to talk

hi what's poppin

Winterbells.