Spring Semester, the name 'Spring' makes you think Warm Weather
I'm here to tell you, that's bullshit. The warmest part of Norman this month has been inside my pants. I keep it warm through vigorous rubbing and various other activities involving friction.
The other night, I go to put gas in my Mother's car* (My mother's car, not my own, more on this later), and its fucking snowing, with a wind chill factor of 11 degrees. That's cold enough to keep your food refrigerated for you, which in any circumstance, is too fucking cold.
Ok, so Spring Semester means school started again, now for a rundown of my classes:
Comm 3713 --Communication Research Methods. Basically I'm learning the differences between the hard sciences research methods and social sciences and humanistics approaches to communications and how we apply that to all the fucked up people out there.
Comm 2213 -- Interpersonal Comm. I learn about the different ways people speak to one another. I hope this will enhance my communication skills to the point where I can say hello to a lady and her pants unzip immediately.
Comm 3223 -- Small Group Comm. By now, you've figured out I'm a communications major. This class is really fun, mainly cuz the teacher is a crazy old man who tells us about his ongoing battle with alcoholism. He's perhaps 60 years old, and he calls himself Prof-Daddy. Enough Said.
Botany 1114 -- Plants. Dycotyledons, Cytology, Net Venations, Adventitious Roots, and last but not least, an Asian. Oh, and a lab thats longer than Tommy Lee's penis. Have you seen that thing? Jesus, he could steer the fucking boat with that thing.
*My mother's car, is the vehicle i have been driving around due to the fact that RHONDA FUCKING BROKE DOWN. So she breaks down, and I immediately drink a lot to offset the horrible depression that I feel is about to grip my life, because drinking is a sure fire way to beat depression, kids! 4 weeks later, I find out it will be 1600 dollars to fix her. 1600 dollars. Do you have any idea how many substance abuse habits i could support with that much f'ing money?!
When my mother's car is not available, look for me pedaling my ass around Norman on my cheap ass Huffy wanna-be bike. If you do see me on the bike, please don't acknowledge my existence. If anyone I know sees me riding this bike (a huge step down from my 89 honda, i know) I can say with reasonable certainty that I'll swerve into traffic and end my life right there.
Sunday is Super Bowl Sunday, and I have no cool parties to go to, nobody to hang out with, no buddies to kick back, have a few beers with and watch football. This makes me weep. If any of you out there are falling for my self depreciating ways, then message me on AIM as V1rtuosity or call 701-Fist and lets be the best of friends. The type of friends where one pities the other and buys them everything.
On a good note, Sunday is the Sunday Night Blues Cruise on 107.7 at 9pm. This makes me inexplicably happy right around my sphincter.
and Lastly, my camera is no longer uploading photos to my computer, I'll figure this out soon, and hot porn action is sure to follow.
Quote of the Day: "If I had a poop-vagina I'd put glasses on it"* -- Katie
The QOTD was paraphrased, Katie said something very similiar, yet equally funny
I'll update soon I promise!
And i'll include pictures of my testicles!
for now, I'll give you the quote of the day
Quote of the Day: John: "Jesus Christ Danny, you're asshole must hate you"