Current location:	College Eight 6202a
Current mood:	Mad
Current music:	|Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys|

| I'll Kill You |
If I could, I would bomb Santa Cruz so everyone I've met since moving here would be dead. I want to get out of here. I'm disillusioned with the friends I've met here and I've hit a point at my job where I'm frustrated with management and don't want to really work anymore. It's like everyone here in Santa Cruz has some character flaw that makes me want to strangle them. James, Andrew Peasley, the girls in my apartment... Don't let me forget that I'd like to beat the shit out of Andrew Biggs who is being his shitty ass self again. Again with the I love you's and then the fuck off's. I should never, ever, never listen to his sorry ass ever again. "I love you. I'm sorry we got so fucked. Maybe that wasn't supposed to happen..." degraded into him saying "fuckz offz" after I texted him with the lyric, "get your kicks on route 66." Yeaaaaaah

Thursday I got too high from a cookie Mr. Peasley gave me. I saw music and was paranoid that I would poop myself. That's probably the most exciting thing that happened over the week. Well, except I probably passed my midterm and stopped drinking alcohol on a school night. Yukio was here for a cocktail party last night. We were both dressed for the occasion.

That was fun.

I saw the Porter crowd I always kicked it with last year. Gen! And when the party got rolled, I hid in a room with someone I've very uncomfortable around. His name is Keith. Some of you know the significance of that.

I'm one month in to my classes. Only a little over one more to go.