For what it's worth

Looking back I do believe that I lived my youth to the fullest.
Good clean fun.
We all know that is not what's happening now.
Everything has its time and place.
Experience.

isn't it getting old?

With the end of the semester approaching we are taking life day by day

Messed up Monday
Tipsy Tuesday
Wasted Wednesday
Thirsty Thursday
Fucked up Friday
Sloshed Saturday
Shitfaced Sunday

We might need a new hobby.
I heard knitting is cool.

It's simple

If you weren't so condecsending, I would be honest.

Everything in Life is Analogous to the Circulatory System

It always comes back to the heart.

If I could be Anything

I would be skittles.
No one hates skittles.

Talkers

This is a history review session, what I should be doing is paying attention, learning, taking in material to aide my studies. All I want to do is punch this guy in the face. We all know them, the talkers. The guy who turns every in class discussion into a self indulgent rant to perpetuate some sort of self esteem in his crumbling ego. This guy, he knows where the Thames river is. Congratulations! So does everyone else. Not only that, he also knows that Charlemagne is buried in Cologne. WHOOPDIE FUCKING DOO! You don't teach this class fuckbag, so just shut up, please. It is not your time to speak, no one wants to listen to what you have to say. Wait, what is that...You lived in Germany for FOUR years, that definately makes you the most cultured person in this room. We should all polish your shoes and kneel at your feet. Dear God we are not even worthy of your presence. it is evident that you already know everything about the subject, then why take history 101 asshole? No one cares about you, or your personal life, or what you know. So just shut up and let us learn, that is what we came here to do.
God, I really hate talkers!