31 1 / 2012
21= exercising my 2nd amendment right.
21 is when we can legally buy alcohol But I’ve been drinking like a mother ever since I got to college. I go to a big ten school, we drink when we loose we drink when we win, we drink when we rock start exams and drink when we fail them.
That being said I’m not really looking forward to it. The people who usually go out to clubs and shit are going to be out of school in the real world, and the rest don’t turn till later in the summer or even early fall. ( all my friends are chitlins)
So I started looking at gun laws in Illinois, and although I can’t own a hand pistol in cook county, I can own a rifle. so I’m going to exercise my 2nd amendment right. my logic is… If the world goes to shit I want to be a gun owning individual AND learn how to shoot it. So if i’m not doing anything but working during the summer I’m hitting the gun range.
25 1 / 2012
Everytime-
I encounter a gaggle of sorority girls dressed in state of the art clone wear( the uggs northface, the works), deep in their shallow trivial conversations, sprinkled with OMGSSSS here and there- I FEEL LIKE PUNCHING THEM IN THE FACE AND MYSELF FOR HAVING THE MISFORTUNE OF LISTENING !!
“SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I WANT TO KAPPA KAPPA SLAPPA HOE!”- Chico the hoe.
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19 1 / 2012
“LET’S GET WHITE GIRL WASTED!!!”- will forever miss the hoe in the da flesh David “chico” chavez.
13 1 / 2012
WHY DID I WAIT ONE MINUTE after 12 BEFORE LOGGING IN! I blame my stupid Bioshock addiction that has developed over winter break.
19 12 / 2011
A letter to myself
I’m no longer a little girl anymore, intimated by your words. The pain felt by your hand will no longer hurt me. No tears will be shed. I’ve grown beyond that. The pain of the years has made me turn to stone. For better or worst it has rid me of emotion and left me with a cosmetic veil to deal with the everyday. Its only superficial;artificial. I solely dwell in the comfort of fluidity. Life is dynamic and fluid:change will happen. I am almost certain.
