Pussy and religion

…is all I neeeed

DRUNK POST! DRUNKPOST!!! DRUUUUNNNK POOOOSSST!!!

In reading my past posts (not recently, I don’t have time for that) I have looked most fondly upon those that were written whilst inebriated. It’s true, I’m that special breed of boring person that’s only interesting after a few drinks.

Have I sufficiently documented my love of Kanye West? Mayhaps not here, but it’s true. Not his music, but him, and his lyrics out of context. “I’ll call you bitch for short as a last resort and my first resort, you call me motherfucker for long,” I mean, if that can’t get me into hip hop there is no hope for me and songs you can dance to.

Fourth semester of nursing school starts on Tuesday. This time next year I’ll be getting paid (getting paid is part of the plan at least) to save lives. Right now I just do it because it’s fun.

Less than two weeks ago I finished a hellish summer semester in which I completed 19 units. I barely had time to perform my preferred hygiene routines, let alone talk about it on the internet. It should be noted (because I am a self centered asshole) that I got a 4.0 this semester, making my cumulative GPA 3.92 (fuck you Spring semester and your blasted A-!!). I have two semesters left and they are going to be the least intense. Alas, I hope to be back in a somewhat regular fashion for quite some time. We’ll see how I fair with the blogging slash schooling combination.

What else is of note? Assuming what I’ve already mention IS of note. I am in friend transition mode. I have amazing new friends and I’m also trying as best I can to retain my old friends (it’s like that girl scouts song “make new friends but keep the old. One is silver and the other’s gooooold.”

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I found the above waiting in my unposted drafts, crying at the thought of never being unleashed on the internet. I don’t know exactly when it was written. I take it as proof that I need to give in to my blogging cravings because obviously I black out and choose to blog. Nerd? Yes, I think so.

In re-reading the above, I sadly have to acknowledge that I HAVE in fact mentioned my love oh Kan and should probably STFU about it already.

Instead of trying to make sense of it and finish it I’m just posting it. I have nothing, also coincidentally** I’m drunk right now.

**Not coincidental at all, I just have a problem.

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