As Requested?

Warning? Just telling you, I'm pretty sure you don't want to read this.

The first time I sweetly, not to mention very lady-like, vomited in that paper bag it smelled alarmingly similar to... a paper bag, but only in the personal aspect. I'm going to spare to you the sensational taste only to keep myself from achieving a repeat of the situation. Then, assuming I had control of myself after that, attempted to fulfill one of few of life's requirements and eat. Managed to gulp almost an entire cup of water, one bite of pineapple, and look at my home fries before sharing my stomach with the floor of the booth me and Mike were sharing. It was mostly clear, very thin and had little scent that I could distinguish. It should be cleared away in a month or two from under the table. I actually felt better after that time... because I know you care about that. But I actually ate... and was revisited by the consumed later, on the top bunk into a plastic bag full of holes. It was thick chunky puke in a shade of Indian yellowish. I held the bag over my leg so it wouldn't get on the bed... another of my unachieved goals. Smell? It smelled like how those tall pretty colorful weeds feel when they're being shit on by a cow, then chewed up by that same cow and being shit out onto the ground. I would use a quite similar comparison when elaborating to you the taste. That's my story.

My day today was fine. Thank you for asking.

Seth Pennington you're a fucking Asshole. Passionately speaking, never less.

Hmmh

I just spent an hour and a half in a room of about 30 guys all gawping at the big screen television with their mouths hanging open. I don't think they went to class at all today. Apparently Halo 3 is out? I don't know, I don't care. I was only there because I have no better way to waste my 3 hours between classes.

But now that problem is fixed. Because I got a job. At the um library. They were desperate apparently... because I wouldn't have hired me... considering I apparently didn't understand call numbers and such (as made clear by the test of "library skills knowledge" as part of the application). Crap it. I'm a librarian. Hilarious really.

If I wanted, I could fry eggs on the bottom of my computer... or green tomatoes.

Comfort, the Enemy of Success

I got conned into joining a team at school for this activity/game/whatever called The Amazing Race. This guy from the Caribbean was on my team. His name is Josh (as if it matters... cuz it doesn't really sound like an amazing cool name one would have if from the Caribbean). But I could just listen to him talk all day because I like accents. He sounds Jamaican. Anyway we got first place and won some apples. Because one of the sponsors of the deal was an orchard.

Then watched Shrek 2.

What is it with the fire alarms? They have quite the negative fetish toward me. Ruined the middle of the movie... forced into the cold with my girl boxers, flip-flops, and wet hair. Someone's lampshade was smoking.