Yesterday evening I was at work (Cafe Rio) and this TOTALLY adorable guy came up and we talked for a few minutes. Dude majoring in Microbiology, if you're reading this, comment what I had told you what im studying so I can add you!!! I wanna see those baby blues A LOT more often (:

Over this past year, I went from a good student to dropping out of NAU. Yes, it's one of my biggest regrets, but I couldn't have done anything else in my situation. I had unemployed roommates who used me, my things, and my money whenever they so desired. I had to work three jobs so they could sit and play video games all day. I'm not looking for pity, but girls, don't follow in my steps. Make sure to stop and think about who you're moving in with because it could ultimately change your life, not always for the better....

Follow-up to my brain surgery confession because I'm not sure if you're all disgusted, confused or both. Been trying to talk to this girl since I had the foolish thought that she was going to forgive me. This stems from an incident where my temper and my depression of being continuously screwed over by women caused some hurtful things to be said. After this incident she refused to talk to me yet I still held out hope. Then a bomb gets dropped as her father hits me up to tell me that she's in brain surgery. As much as I'd like to give her the benefit of the doubt, we both know it was a disgusting lie. My point? Be upfront with people or you're going to make yourself look bad/worse.

If you use the term "basic bitches" as a generalization, you're what I call a "dumb bitch". Stop jumping onto the bandwagon of hypocritical bitches who latch onto these bullshit terms that come and go like the dicks in your diseased pussies.

I'm convinced every college student doesn't know shit about anything, but they all convince themselves they do, and therefore probably 90% of them are douches. I know because I'm one of them. ziggy zoggy ziggy zoggy oy oy oy.

I hate it when people ask what the point of being a "nice guy" is.Being nice is a part of who you are. You do not do it to be recognized, you do it because it is simply a part of your personality.

To the fucking asshole who hit me with his truck tonight.

Be glad I moved enough to avoid being run-over. Be glad you only managed to hit my right arm and a bit of the right side of my back.
I have many witnesses.

So fuck you.
PD has a very good description of your truck.

I hate you. I hate what you've done to me. i hate how you make me feel. I hate how i have to distance myself from you. i hate how you've moved on already. I hate how i can be replaced. I hate our memories, the good times, because they dont mean anything anymore. I hate thinking about you. I hate how you have infected my life. I hate how hate is the only word to describe this feeling. And I hate that I'm still in love with the only girl I've loved.