My favorite song in the whole world is "The Cabin" by Ylvis. Due to this song, I am in perpetual bliss.

I have found that I am happiest when I am surrounded by lots of friends, but then comes the time when they all have to leave and I’m suddenly by myself again. The more time I spend by myself the worse I feel. As we all get older and start our lives, it makes it harder to be around my friends. And by that I mean my friends all have jobs and lives while I can’t seem to find anything to do with my life besides go to college and even then that doesn’t give me a whole lot to do most of the time. So I’m stuck by myself most of the time, with only my thoughts to accompany me. Thoughts are never a good companion when they are your only one. I’m finally trying to get involved on campus to help the thoughts go away, but there are still nights like tonight where there is nothing going on so I start thinking. I don’t like living this way. I wish I could start over sometimes. Then maybe things could be better. I really don’t know anymore. Is this what depression feels like?

I hate cooking but I hate the food in the Bon far more than I could ever hate my own cooking.

I am still butt hurt about the broncos losing the Super Bowl last year.

I am allergic to food from the Bon.

I think my roommate has anger management problems

I poop in the canyon.

i wish the guy i like would look at me as anything more than a 'bro'