I'm a real boy!

Apparently I only work in extremes. Either I'm going a month and a half without writing anything or I want to write nonstop even when I have very little relevant information to relay. Whatever.

So I'm back in Buffalo (Fluffabo) and doing pretty well. I don't know why but I like my room this year so much more than last year. Could be because I hated my third roommate last year, or because I have a lot more room with only one other person, OR because my roommate this year is so cool. I dunno, I just feel like this room is a lot more homey and "lived in" than my room in Perry. At the end of last (school) year, I was pretty sure I wasn't even gunna come back here, but for some reason (laziness probably,) I did... and I'm actually really glad I changed my mind, because if I didn't I wouldn't have become good friends with Eddie, who has turned out to be an awesome guy and a really good roommate.

Anyway, Eddie brought up his TV from home to put in the lounge and we moved mine into the room so we can chill in our room and play video games or watch movies or whatever. It's positioned well so that both of our beds are in clear view for maximum laziness. (Pause)

I've been digging a lot of music with piano lately. (Unpause)

Apparently I forgot to do something with the fridge in our room at the end of last semester that resulted in tons of mold, which Eddie had to clean up because he came back before I did. I feel like a shithead because he had to clean up after me, and he's always been really awesome about stuff like that and I just feel like a douche. Now rambling.

My first class of the semester was at 10 this morning. I tried to get a decent night's sleep last night but I've been going to bed at like 5 AM every day for the past week so needless to say it was kinda difficult. I managed to get my ass up though and go to class. Which turned out to be a decision because not only is my professor attractive, he's fucking BRITISH. EPIC WIN. I don't really have the whole "HOLY SHIT ACCENTS ARE SO FUCKING HOT" thing that a lot of other people do, but if I'm already attracted to the person in question, certain accents are fucking adorable. The class that Sir Cutie is teaching is "Intro to Logic" one of my requirements for my major. I liked the logic unit a lot in Philosophy 101 so I'm pretty stoked on this class. Plus I was forced to meet the people I'm going to be working with on group projects and they both seem really nice. (Pause)

I need to read more, I just feel like writing right now. I also need to eat. (Unpause)

I came back to the room after class and napped so hard that I missed lunch with the girls. Lame. But I at least woke up on time to get to my second class at 2, Pollution, the Environment and Society. Holy shit there's no way we're gunna make it through even one class with out lawling ridiculously hard. First of all, Lisa, Julia, Eddie and Liz are ALL in the class with me. That's a lawlfest waiting to happen. On top of that, there's like 130 people in the class and our professor is this total fucking crazy hippie. She actually seems really cool and knows her shit about how to go about starting to fix some of the fucking evil shit that we have done to the planet. She also seems really aware of the fact that a huge part of the problem is that people continue to find it necessary to breed like fucking rabbits. I hate that shit so fucking much. I'm actually completely in favor of having child limitation laws similar to those in China. I'm not often in favor of government restrictions, but when people act so incredibly ignorant without thought to the damage that they're doing to the world, sometimes governments do need to step in. On a more importan note, she was wearing this total cosby sweater with cats on it. Epic win.

So now I'm sitting in my room, listening to From Ashes Rise, about to enjoy a peanut butter sammich. Today has been a decent day. I'm trying to cut down on how much weed I smoke because it is in fact not good for my health and I'm growing somewhat dependent on it. Plus I'm building up a tolerance... and that shit needs to go.

Alright I've really run out of shit to say now. Go read my friend Sam's blog, she's awesome.