LAS

another weekend. nothing exciting. not too exciting. except....
i booked tickets to vegas. i'm excited. i get to see cory. and hang out with lisa and mary. i'm going to get drunk and loose my tuition money. so drunk that it could in fact be considered plastered. plastered to the extent that i forget where i parked the car. and so i end up walking around vegas plastered and broke and lost. and then i'll die a horrific death. either at the hands of some crazy homeless person sleeping on the sidewalk, angry that i just laid down to sleep where he pees. or by falling into an open man hole where i'm trapped and live in squalor for four days until i die and back up the entire Las Vegas Sewage system. either way it will make the papers, and the writers of CSI will think it's the most amazing thing that they have ever heard, and they will write a screen play about it. Either CSI or Law and Order. Probably Law and Order. Everyone knows they get their ideas from the news papers anyway. or maybe not. maybe i'll remember that i'm a student of Huntington University. and i signed some stupid paper like four years ago saying that i wouldn't do anything like that. yeah, that's probably what will happen.


P.S. Last night i had a dream. i remember my dream. this was my dream. i dreamt that i had a zit. a giant zit. and i popped my giant zit. and instead of the normal pussy discharge. it was a strawberry. a very large strawberry. and it hurt. the end.