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Goddamn length cutoff! I HATE ENGLISH. JUST LET ME SAY THAT NOW. I got quite sick of the jerkoffs in the class. They all venerate Shakespeare in this greasy, creepy stalkerish way. "Shakespeare is really good with ______ and ______ and ____ ________ and _________ and I want to fellate his ingenious seventeenth-century phallus!!!!!11one" Right, how about not. Dude's dead, and not even all that cool. You all just think he's deep 'cause nobody speaks seventeenth-century English anymore. So of course anytime in class I made a verbal contribution (which was frequently, as those who attended high school with me can assert; they all know I never s

life is insane. I don't even think I can begin to sum up the last two and a half months unless I spend the next hour doing it. Or maybe I'll be lazy and give up after the first couple of paragraphs. Well, whatever. Sit down. Get food. Prepare to take potty breaks or piss yourself, whichever you prefer. Right. So I got here and went all crazy on my room with the insane lights and stuff and black cloth over the window to make it permanent night and glowstars on the ceiling and general dorm decorations. It was awesome. I met my first roommate Kim who seemed mostly normal. She's short and moderately unattractive. She sleeps most of the day, has

Texas, here I come! Right, so I'm all packed up (.. um, mostly) and ready to go (not really), my computar sits on my bedroom floor waiting to be captured and imprisoned, and my clothes are in teh trunk, and my stuff is all away, cd's burned, batteries and books and doodlepads in my backpack, pillow at the ready. So, I'll be MIA until about the 20th. after that, expect pictures of my room, because I have more lights and decorations than you could shake a stick at. it will be awesome. r0x0r!