I'd Skeet Her So Hard People Call Her Patti Mayonnaise

- Yo, there's a black dude with an unkempt afro and a rolling suitcase sitting two computers in front of me mumbling about section 8, the government and saying "yeah, motherfucker" three or so times ever few seconds.

- This indian dude and white girl walked past looking nervous as shit.

- I hope he doesn't go nuts.

- Being murdered in the Albin O. Kuhn Library was never how I thought I'd go out.

- Possibly in a scuffle. A robbery gone wrong perhaps.

- I have money now. Yay. Well, I need to stay in the mind state that I'm broke so I won't spend it all.

- I can't touch my savings until the summer. I have big plans.

- Myrtle Beach. Otakon. Family Reunion. Older women.

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- I was watching the episode of Family Guy where Lois and Peter kept smoking weed and it was hilarious. If you've actually smoked or know someone who does, it's a lot funnier.

- "All I wanna do is bake cookies!"

- I promise I'm going to change my blog layout by May. Maybe June. This shit is drab.

- So the story about ChRianna that I've heard and believe is that Rihanna and Chris were at a Grammy party and she threw his Lamborghini keys out of the window during an argument. Chris couldn't find his keys, so he struck her. Several times.

- I mean, that's a Lamborghini, though.

- I have this habit of looking at my own myspace a lot. I feel that the way I design my shit is perfect.

- Is that conceited?

- The dude in front of me isn't making noise anymore. He might be high on sherum.

- I hate warm weather. I walk around for 15 minutes and start sweating.

- I'm really not that out of shape. I have a glandular problem or some shit.

- I can't believe I have, like, 3 and a half-hours between classes.

- I promise I'm going to feature a "The Shit Me and My Brother Talk About On the Phone" soon as we get my internet back up.

- A matter of fact, we're going to make a v-blog.

- Raven Symone is hot. I'd bone away her hopes and dreams.

- She'd become middle-class and want to live with me and I'd be all "I'm sorry, but my heart belongs to someone else. The doggystle was great, though."

- Okay, now homeboy in front of me made a weird sneezing/orgasm noise. Ah, shit, he's talking again.

- He sounds like a protagonist in a blaxploitation film.

- This lady just looked at me and made the "crazy" gesture.

- You know, where you put your finger next to your head and twirl it around?

- That dude has to be high. He's high.

- "All I wanna do is bake cookies!"

- Someone's going to snitch on him. This is a quiet floor. Let's not snitch on the pickaninnies black kids that talk all loud on the phone to their friends and shit, but let's get the crazy minority put off the campus.

- How the FUCK do I get to my imeem playlist!? I can make one, but I can't get to it for shit. This is why I don't fuck with imeem. Peace of shit. I might as well make a playlist on myspace(/rant)

- He's gone. Thank Flying Spaghetti Monster.

- "All I wanna do is bake cookies!"

- I have to click on my own name to get to my playlist? How dookie is that?

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- That's my valentine.

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- That's Cthulhu