jimmickwatersmith | Apr. 12th, 2002

Apr. 12th, 2002

I'm sick and tired of all these questions. Did I puke this morning? Yes, yes I did puke, alright? Was it chunky? No, it wasn't. Did you like doing it? No, of course not. I puked mainly because what I ate last night didn't want to be in my stomach anymore. Namely pizza and eggs. I was having this heartburn, right, and my stomach started churning, y'understand? So then I went to the bathroom, but Nick was in there. He hurried his business on account of my needing to puke. Thanks man. My eyes were bloodshot to begin with, but after the deed, they were almost all red.

But then I was ready to start the day. I didn't write that article for class. I don't know what's going to happen. The heartburn is coming back...

I'm in the library, sitting with Alexis Cotronei. Yeah, that's right, I'm sitting with a chick. We're playing footsy too. And later, we'll fuck like there's no tomorrow. Josh, coincidentally, Alexis lived in room 420 last year. I spent a lot of time there, if you know what I mean. Cause I sure as hell don't.

Last night, Bob, Liz, and I roamed Geneseo looking for a good time. We found it in Mobil. We got some eggs to cook on the SnackMaster. Possessive Andy wasn't there to deny me access, so it was a free for all. On the way, to and from Mobil, we saw fights on Main St. This really big bouncer got ambushed by this dude and his lackies. He put up a great fight, but ultimately it was too much for him. He ended up with a bloody face. He was still talking shit after he was pummeled, which is understandable. The second fight wasn't too hot, it was just shit talkin'. We tried to stay long enough to see it erupt, but some dude called the cops. What a waste.

On the way back, I hurled an egg at a window of Erie. Then I went into Erie. Not really a smart move, but I came out on top. I realize today that I shouldn't have done that. I may have woken someone out of sleep, I may have gotten egg in his or her room through the screen. But it's all behind me now, and I have my whole life ahead of me.

It's time to update again. I'm in the same exact location as last time. Alexis isn't here anymore, she left a while ago. We didn't have Engl170 today, but we had group work to attend to. We just circle jerked onto a piece of paper and put our names on it.

I thought, on the way to class today, that I wasn't hungover. Boy was I wrong. I have a headache and my stomach hurts and I have a general distaste for everything. I'm skipping Engl235 because I don't think I can stand listening to Cooper rape my ears for 50 minutes. But I have Adamson's class in the same classroom right after, so I'm going to have to sneakaroo. And then Cooper teaches a class in the same classroom after that. So I'm going to have to sneakaroo out too. Speaking of Cooper's class, I have to get a book and read it for my paper due April 27th. That was a mental note, I don't care what you think, I don't care. Tengo uno situacion mi familia. Dignan doesn't want to deal with it can you please step outside for a minute.

Straight Edge is doing this gay thing that I mentioned in the subject of the entry. The sum of the real equation is "Mayhem" not fag fest. It's this thing in which you pay to have them urinate into your ears with their hardcore punk music and try to justify it all by having two guys eat mayonnaise covered butter. Sounds like a gay old time. I'm not going, that'll show those straight edgers. I wish they'd all stop bothering me.

I saw two examples of a type font that tried to look disorderly. One was on this Dave Matthews shirt and another is on this flyer the straight edge dude gave me. Disorderly font is so ironic. I mean, it's trying to look disorderly, and it accomplishes it to some level, but then when you realize that all the letters look the same it takes the fun out of it. It's like purposely producing retarded clones. Something like that anyway.

It's like 60 minutes on acid.