the 7am commute:::bitches in the 3rd grade

I miss the days where we used to do absolutely nothing...

Wow. Looks like a slew of drama just piled on top of everyone as we get readjusted for school.

It seems as if no one likes to really be clear in their xanga's anymore. Xanga and I suppose any form of online publication has in some ways become a way for a person take an event or idea completely out of its context to be later slapped on to our "blogs" in which only a select few if ANYONE will understand; leaving their unfortunate subscribers saying:

"hey man you see <insert_name_here>'s xanga?"     

"yeah man - what was he/she talking about?"

"dude I have no idea"

"great!"

WHATS WORSE: Your reading your friend's xanga who happens to be the same sex as you and his most recent blog says "I can't stop thinking about you." And you're smilling until you remember your friend acts pretty gay and you start to wonder if this person is talking about you or not. You are NO LONGER sipping that king size slurpee that you were so fond of 10 seconds ago meanwhile your blankly staring at the screen trying to piece things together completely oblivious to your surroungins. This uneasy feeling of uncertainty renders you devoid of any sexual sensation for the next 2 weeks.

It's also quite annoying how some people use their xanga to garner so much attention to themselves, or the ones that try to elicit pity from everyone but you know what - it's really FUCKING HARD BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS WTF YOUR TALKING ABOUT! But who am I to tell you what to do....so i digress

With that being said and to add to this, I must say... I believe I have a serious mental condition... 

thanks for listening to my rambling. night.

I was cleaning my car today and I found something very disturbing.

Motherfuckers who sit in my back seat (especially the people who sit in the back when Ed drives my car because i hardly ever have people in the back when i drive) - stop leaving your shit behind. I know it isn't me because I always drive. I find fucking gum wrappers, some fucking blistex. all this dirty shit in my damn car. If your gonna leave some shit behind - be useful, leave some fucking spare change or your wallet behind and i'll take it as tips for cleaning after your fucking ass. Inconsiderate bastards.

Rant of the month, perhaps the year: I am really starting to dislike Rutgers. Here's why:

The toilet that's in my bathroom has piping that has literally a .031 inch diameter. It has clogged countless amounts of times. Effortless attempts at fixing it by a most-likely underpayed worker at rutgers was rendered completely ineffective. TWICE. Nothing better than needing to go for relief and finding your roomate's 8 hour old turd lying stuck to the side of the toilet like a dying man waiting to be saved. Pissing outside in front of my neighbor's window is a much more viable option. 

A prerequisite in using the bathroom is you must "jump start" the light. This meaning the light will magically turn on anywhere from 10 seconds to 20 minutes after the switch has been flipped. Those who have been to my apartment know this very well. Nothing better than taking a shit in the dark and having a random-time light source burn your retinas before you can even wipe your ass.

Infestation of Ants. For a second imagine the battle at Helms Deep in Lord of the Rings the Two Towers (the scene at the very end). I have nothing else to say but "Code Orange" has been uplifted via the usage of Lysol.

Construction workers. For the past month or so Rutgers has been trying to install a fire alarm system and sprinklers in the Nichols apartments (I believe the only apartments that do not have it as of right now - though I may be wrong). The sound of drilling has ruined my sleep numerous times. You would think they could do this sometime during the summer or something. I have also, strangely enough, been awaken by a worker in my apartment shouting to himself the word "Zarthan!" (or some variation of this word - whatever it may mean). This man was alone at the time.. and perhaps will be for the rest of his life. But I'm just kidding - he was most likely trying to amuse himself. At least they get me up to go to class...

Internet. In the beginning of the first semester I was without internet for a month due to a broken jack in the wall. After weeks of trying to convince the people at Resnet that it was indeed a problem with the apartment, and not my computer, they finally sent a guy named Ted, my hero, to fix it. During that time I was without exciting new anime, games and Pr0n. Imagine that.

These things may seem trivial to you, but that's okay - because your trivial to me. I'm just kidding. Just decided I'd write something up on Xanga for once.