La musique: tres bien- Le tigre

So yeah, I guess I'm moving out with Coranna at the start of the month.
I have also since recieved GTA San Andreas as an early birthday present.
That's all I got.

La musique: Imagine- APC

Note to dude from Jimmy Eay world. Shave or wax you goddamn unibrow.
Signed,
Everybody.

La musique: NIN closer is what's playing
I'm drunk at Rob's. Too much Faxe is this in bold? Gabrielle's recommendation isbthat I make a post. I 'm not sure this is a good idea.
NOw interpol? whom likes interpol besides me. I'm not sure. Their bass player is anmed carlos D> and he's one boss mofo.
Too much faxe, is this ball in bold?
open keyboard.

OOOH you touch my tra la la.
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH you touchim' my TRA LAAA LAA<>

La musique: Rocketman- Elton John

This is what Me, Sharlene, and Butler do in intro to environmental studies class. This particular day we had a guest speaker on environmental economics, the following is the note conversation that followed (condensed):

Sharlene: He sounds like a Yankee
Matt: From the U.S., educated in England, teaches in... PEI??? I'm guessing some sort of scandal, he's likely not allowed into either of those countries anymore. He probably hangs with Cat Stevens.
S: I think he was a football coach- he looks like it. Did you see that movie when the hotshot football coach has an affair with the high school girl? That's him ... he was raised in the south though, he calls his parents "mama" and "sir"
...
M: We should ask him
S: "Let us see your spiral!"
M: "Were you a QB or a wide reciever?"
S: He looks like a young George W.
M: Only Intelligent
S: I can't believe he's not married.
M: Divorced?
...
Butler: Definetly divorced, I'd put money on the fact he cheated on her. He's too skinny to be a quarterback- He was a wide reciever. I bet his nickname was "Buck" I also bet his number was 12.
M: Wide recievers only wear numbers 80-99, I bet he was a tight end.
S: His shirt is tucked in, he's sensitive she cheated on him because her need for the bad boy wasn't being fufilled.

... In goes on and on...

M: Tell him he looks exactly like your Uncle or something and ask him where he's from. He'll think you're hitting on him, but it's better than me doing it.
S: Is it?
B: Concur.

Turns out Dude is from PEI and has likely never played organized football in his life. Now I'm thinking how much I'm paying for this "education" and crying inside.

La musique: my way- Sid Vicious

Sid Vicious was 21 when he died. Most people know who he is, or have at least heard the name before. He died a junkie and a murderer, but somehow I can't shake the rotten feeling that he did more in Twenty one years than I will in my entire life. I'm almost 22 and I've done nothing to make the world a better place or to create any type of legacy to be remembered by anyone except my friends.
I have this rotten feeling of emptiness that my life is coming and going, and I'm doing nothing to make it worth while. Part of me craves things like heated leather seats or all inclusive trips, but the other side realizes that I don't need/deserve these things and that even if I did have them, my life wouldn't be any better. Is that why I'm in University? Is that why I'm trudging around fucking home depot 30+ hours a week? Is this monotony leading up to anything or am I just a slave to the system that has taught me to crave things I can never have?
Altered states of perception are all well and good, but when it comes time to go back to reality the world seems harsher still, there are deadlines, bills, jobs, fights and scores of other things to be dealt with, and I hate it.