Good job, DC

You know, my first Spanish class when we were doing that going 'round the class saying names and hometowns bit, the prof stopped me when I said I was from Washington. He asked me if it was dangerous, if I was up here to get away from all that. I bit back my immediate response, which was that I was only learning Spanish to plead for my safety with MS-13 and instead kinda shrugged and said Detroit was worse.

Well, DC, thank you for proving me wrong. Highest murder rate in the nation this year. Grrrrrreat. Someday, remind me to get all bitter about DC's government, police force, etc. but until then, the bitter is implied. Is it so wrong to want to be from a place that doesn't say "high crime rate" to everyone in north America? Actually, the professor is from Venezula. So south America too. Shit.

List

Start:

• Doing all course readings, even the boring science ones.
• Going to bed at a reasonable hour.
• Realizing other people have feelings and acting appropriately re: that. Yeah.
  
• Unpacking. You're here, J. Deal.

Stop:

• Moping.
• Drinking/ smoking so much.
• Being emotionally manipulative. Lose the cut-rate femme fatale shit.
  
• Procrastinating.

So shall it be written, so shall it be done! Or something.

ADizzle and I...

... would like to announce that we are going on the lam. Our destination is Pheonix, AZ. Once we arrive there, we shall become aura healers. Anyone who wishes to join us is welcome (unless they are mean, cheap about kicking in for road food, distressing to truck drivers in a manner that would imperil our ability to hitch a ride, or C.P. xBoyxVampirex).

That is all.

Sad thing is, I might

On hearing that I don't understand jam bands:

"You should come over. Smoke some pot, listen to the Grateful Dead. Y'know. You'll... just... y'know... feel it."

Suuuuuuuure. Only at King's would anyone even suggest that as a means of entertainment.

Bonus J-points if you can guess who said this. Warning: it's really inappropriate that this person even suggested it. Inappropriate and creepy. Thinking about this actually happening will lead to squick in the highest and skeeze on earth.

Wasting time and wasted time

Haven't finished unpacking. Can't read anything but shit. Dislike classes. Not cooking or cleaning. No talking to anyone who might expect conversation or for me to leave the house. Headaches.

Useless.

Why can't I act like a reasonable person?

No Mum, no Boy, no R.

Time for a drink.