Sssyndrome

Okay. Compared to highschool, art college is fucking GREAT. Let me tell you. K so people want to get together after class today and whoever wants to come can come. So we ended up with like, 12 people? There were supposed to be 15. The other 3 never showed. Anyway. We ate cake, which we had to decorate first. We put all the pressure on one guy and so he drew Megatron in icing. LMFAO. Then we ate Megatron. The girl who's house we were at, her house backs onto an elementary school, so we hopped the fence and sat in the field until the little turds came out for recess and I quote "you can't be here because it's private property." Too bad it's

It's like the world is slowly spinning out of control. And no matter how hard you put on the brakes, It just keeps getting worse, and worse. We're just along for the ride. You know, I'm still reading that book on Rwanda. Yes, I know, I'm slow, forgive me. Anyhow. I'll give you a quick run-down. President of Rwanda dies in plane crash. That same day, fighting starts that will continue for 100 days. Within a couple weeks, almost every country and organization have pulled out their people. Doctors, nurses, politicians, etc, mainly white people from first-world countries. Then the U.N. pulls out at least half it's troops, leaving abou

Guys I totally ripped the butt of my pants. I was hopping a fence. Damned chain link. Also the pain in my head at the moment is killer. And I also squashed three pennies and a nickle on the train tracks today. Mmhm. Me and my bro's. Srsly. Growing up? Not gonna happen. Since I took World Issues during the last semester of highschool. I have a habit now of looking at the "Made in _______" label on things. EVERYTHING. There was a shirt for $5.00 and it was made in Bangladesh. And I was like, "You know, fuck that. This is bullshit." You can't even buy the material the make a shirt for that price in Canada. So instead of actually p