What do I tell you my people... no matter what the "drama" will find you. Last night, I venture out to the third largest city in the country for a night of fun and laughter, but it got a little ugly due to the fact that pyscho girl ended up at the "club"(that's right I went a clubbing last night) that I was at. On the ride into the city I tell my friend a few stories about

What's up bro bro's!? I have two more nights left in Chicago. I'm a little scared to go back to Madison because of the "drama" that might occur, but I'm not going to let people's interests dictate what I do with my life. In the long run those people(i.e. pyscho friend) will have to live with themselves knowing that they really fucked up some friendships and relationships and their image in general. I, on the other hand, didn't fuck anything up which makes my future( as much as it doesn't look like it right now) a pretty good one.

So I just found out that my favorite blogger and the reason I started blogging(other than "The Wire") is back at it. You may remember her as "Amplified to Rock". I'm pretty sure everybody has stumbled upon her blog before, well here is her new site. http://hyperenough.com/tlm/

I would also like to make it known that I had a different blog before this, but I hadn't written in it for a while and the title of it was so stupid.

I now know the culprit of the crime I spoke about earlier today. First off, it's a cover for "Baby Got Back" not "I Like Big Butts" Second, the name of the band is Grand Skeem. Of course Skeem is spelled wrong. I wonder if the e's are backwards?... Either way, its awful.

Lastly, why can't Ozzy be my dad?

I need a job. HELP ME!

So I just heard a rap/metal/ska cover of "I Like Big Butts" It's like Alien Ant Farm times 100. It is so stoooopid. I can't wait to hear it 20 times a day during the summer.

A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all day.

Boredom has taken over. That's the thing about being at my parent's house for a few days...you can't do all those things you do at your own house like have cigarette when you wake up or a smoky treat before you go to bed. I miss that smelly good stuff.

So I'm pretty excited that the World Cup starts in 2 months. When you don't have a job month long sporting events seem really exciting and you feel like you have something to look forward to.

No matter how hard you try and avoid the drama, the drama stills finds you. For the first time in my life I date a girl that is not crazy, but then her "friend" is a complete pyscho and she makes my life a living hell. Leave me alone crazy people.

Usually after a break up you talk the ex's friends about the ex. Now I'm talking to the ex about her crazy friend. It makes no sense.

Steve Perry, I'm still waiting for that midnight train to anywhere. Where the fuck is it?

Day 93- Post graduation: Anybody wanna hire me? You can pay me to be your friend. It can be fun. I swear.

Taking Back Sunday-so hot, it's en fuego.

Day 11-Post break up: Anybody want to be my girlfriend? It can be fun. I swear. I think I'm just going to have head down to onetweezy and find me one on the rebound. For real.

Breaker, breaker one. Day 10, post-break up. No fun. Day 92, post graduation. Fun, but no job which equals confusion. Breaking up plus no job equals... I'm not good at math and that's quite a unsolvable equation. In the words of Steve Perry I feel like taking a midnight train to anywhere.