#1497 I facebook stock my professors and hot TAs. What a coincidence running into you here!

#1496 (10/22) To the guy in the Batman shirt, standing outside of Wooten Hall waiting for your ride... You can get it. Anytime, anywhere, everywhere. Just, mhmm. Damn. Also I sincerely hope that was a friend or your mom picking you up, and not your girlfriend...

#1495 If you're going to attempt to ride any form of skateboard to class, please learn to stop correctly on it... instead of running off your board as soon as you get near people, sending yourself and your board flying at pedestrians.

#1494 If you have an awesome shirt, different hair color, your eyes pop out to me, or there's just something really cool about you that makes you completely stand out...I'm going to tell you it looks good or I like it whether you're a girl or guy. Doesn't mean I'm hitting on you when I'm simply complimenting your incredible uniqueness!

#1493 I have a huge crush on this gay girl that looks like Taylor swift. (I'm a girl as well.) Ive been "out" for about 5 years and in this time have courted many gorgeous girls, but there's just something about this girl. I have absolutely no idea how to even begin talking to her. Just the thought of trying to have a conversation with her makes me so nervous. But God those eyes.

#1492 "Disappear Here" a Line from the book Less Than Zero.
That's how I feel in Denton.
How I feel in drawing class.
How I feel when I walk with you.

#1491 Last nights awful traffic problems on I-35 turned out to be a good thing for me
Thank you for trusting me

#1490 I once fell in love with this beautiful girl in highschool. We had everything in common, were it be the same hobbies to the same types of music. We would talk in the halls frequently and even after school and made out once or twice even though we were never officially dating. I thought for once in my life things were looking up, and that I finally wouldn't be lonely after having divorced parents and a few loved ones die from horrific causes. I wouldn't have to worry about some asshole (let's call him Bob, but that isn't his real name)who would never cease to try and fuck up my life every chance he got. I even kept our relationship low-profile because I didn't want anyone to screw it up.

Then one day it all changed. After catching wind of our relationship, Bob, who had been an asshole to me all my life and never ceased to try and find a way to ruin it stepped in and put the moves on the girl I was trying to get with. Being naturally good at dating (and everything else he seemed to do) he succeeded, and took one of the few things that ever seemed to make me happy in life. Somehow though, under all the rage and anxiety I had to deal with daily, I had an idea.

You see, I was good at chemistry, and I mean REALLY good. And being resourceful, I had a plan. Bob had his prized truck, a big jet-black truck that was lowered so it looked really cool to his friends and family, plus a boatload of other modifications that his parent's money could buy. I knew how to make thermite. So when a spoiled asshole of a kid gets in his car and turns the key to start it, you can imagine the look on his face when the front end of his car starts to burn almost as bright of the sun in front of the driveway.

In the end, that was the last time I had heard Bob burn something that was valued and cherished to the ground, and I don't regret it one damn bit.