Dichotomy

It's such a bitch reconcilling my multiple personality disorder [which does not actually exist]. I feel like I'm different people all the time. There's the old student who could get straight a's and loved learning. There's the partier. There's the free spirit. There's the disillusioned, depressed pissant. There's the healthy, whole athlete. Then there's the little neurotic butterfly. She wins much of the time.

I love my apartment & my roommates. They are the most beautiful people I could ask to live with. Even though they're horribly messy in the kitchen. We have no less than 7 bottles of hard alcohol, 1 bottle of wine, a half dozen beers, and a shitton of wine-coolers for my sissy friends who drink like girls. There's always 20 boxes of various teas cycling through our pantry. And a dozen magazines on our coffeetable getting cozy with my French papers. Even though I have nothing in common with either of them, they're nice, genuinely good people nonetheless. And even though one of them is chubbs. And eats food that makes noise like a banana being masticated. Yak.

Today could have gone... vaguely better. But it was decent all the same. +/- 900. Workout -630. Pondering knocking mehsef out on Nyquil soon. Got 3 hrs sleep last night, and I have a double from hell coming up tomorrow. Won't have time to workout unless it is before 5:00am or post 12:00 am. Shit's not gonna happen.

My teeth are getting FUCKING dingy looking from all the americanos. It is so gross. I am more anal about oral hygiene than most other things.

This blog is like a little crack pipe; of no value, [I guess that's subjective...] but so addictive. I cannot stop sharing these useless nuggets of information with someone. Even if no one reads them, it is somehow freeing knowing it's there and all the words aren't trapped, bouncing off my skull.