| Don't worry Xanga readers I'm still alive and well...I just dont have anything really to put on here...i'd rather tell the story than have someone say..."I know...I read your Xanga." |
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| Year in Review:
Beginning was great...parties that would put Studio 54 to shame...
Boyfriend...fucked it up
Best friend...fucked it up
Grades...fucked it up
Got way too wasted...general fuck up
Second Semester...fucked it up
grades...fucked up again
Best Friend...fucked it up even worse...chose chemicals over friends
Academic Probabtion...and unable to go back to school...yeah...
What have I become? I just don't care anymore...everything I do or strive for always ends up denying me...I've become the very thing that I never wanted to become...a waste
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| This is a lil something that caught my eye when I was searching people's away messages:
Today we salute you, die-hard IUP students. For the past semester you have walked to class in countless different weather conditions to listen to lectures that are never-ending. Week after week, counting down the days till the weekends and small breaks throughout the semester and finding excuses to go out drinking on weeknights only to come back and pass out on your floor before that 8 AM exam. But oh, finals week is here, and we have drinking and studying down to an art. Making our final trips to the co-op and college store, only to be given $20 for our books, which we rejoice at anyways because we get to buy that last case of beer. So crack open and ice-cold Natty fellow die-hard IUP students, and cheers to us being done with this semester! |
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| On this the Twenty-First of April...the great Army of Dave recognizes defeat...after four years on intense warfare...
DEFEATED!!
To the Victor, go the Spoils...
Here I bow out...and accept it now... |
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