justified

i bet i know what your wondering. ayg, what are you thinking about?

funny you ask...

1. how much i miss playing bassoon
2. the length of time i can pull off spending approx $7 a week on groceries before i die of emaciation
   
3. how i can get max bemis to bang me
4. the amount of jason mraz that elv plays
5. why i am absolutely emotionless?
6. i wish i was 5
7. i'm not 5
   

today was a conglomerate of freedom (a.k.a. no homework, nappy time, bullshit, thinking about the origin of venetian blinds, etc.) and productivity (a.k.a. fixing guitar, working out & yoga, showering, the homework i remembered i had, cleaning room, etc). i heard a sports announcer say "sexting" today. i was disturbed. mostly because he said he sexted a football player. it probably involved a triple penetration.

the chair that i'm sitting in is great. pretty comfy, but the view is why i sit here. i'm facing the door that leads to the hall. now our hall is pretty shitty-- full of dust bunnies, scarred up wood, and chipped paint. there is this hanging light fixture though... i'm gonna make you wait for this.




everyone who walks up the stairs hits their head on this. no hyperbole, this is legit. even if you warn them, they just go "what?" BOOM CRASH, then the inevitable "what the fuck?" tried to warn you, sucker.

elv and i had a fab chat about the greatest pleasures of freshman year: my best memory involved eating a good meal in the dhall, having a "conversation with myself", and smoking a cigarette. as i put it, it was horrible. as elv put it, it's hilarious.
conclusion: horrible is hilarious. always.

as i have drained all my thoughts on this digital page of pixels, (yeah, that's a little sad that this was all that i have up there) i'm going to bed.

jaye, have to go with super mario stache,
ayg



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Alive with love, alive with love tonight…
(No, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you…Hell, no no…)
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Max Bemis