Snoozeville vs. Sketchville.

hello me harties. I'm a pirate apparently.

I really should be reading any number of text books that I have allowed to go unopened for....well for the entire semester so far. But, naturally, when I need to do something for the benefit of my education, there are always far more interesting things to do. Like sleeping in public (which is not as wierd as it used to be. This bus strike [may it be fucked to hell] has taught me the value of not caring if people walking around the university can hear me sleep talking and see me drooling), or spider solitaire, or catching up on the blogges I secretly read.

One of the blogges that hasn't had a new post in ages and years had not one but two new posts.

And just this every second, the two aforementioned "friends" just walked by me and I waved, and I was completely and utterly ignored in a very unsubtle way. The dagger just got a little twist and lemon sprinkle.

I am so endlessly bored. I think it is making me stupid.

I haven't really been up to much these days. On saturday it was my friend's birthday, so we all went out to a bar in Sketchville. And I drank a lot, to no avail. I was only able to watch as all the people around me got progressively drunker. It seemed like the alcohol was somehow being evaporated out of my drinks before I could drink them. It really pissed me off. Or maybe my alcoholism is making me a tank as far as how much I can consume.

Other than that, it's pretty much been snoozeville in the life of Me.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Like that. All day. Everyday.