Bad Diary Days

Weekend spent in Gimli, my sis had to lend me money to get out. I studied like a slacking mofo. Went to the Viking with roughly 4 dollars in change, yet I ended up fucked. Gimli, where booze and pot go together like a sock on a foot, a picture in a frame, french and toast, fireworks and faces. Apparently, in some place, when a woman can’t finish her cigar and gives it to a man to finish it they’re married or destined/going to marry. I’m not sure cause the drunken guy that told me was apparently the one I married. I guess I have several husbands then. I could get used to a polyandrous lifestyle. …Sweet.
As for news on the stolen goods, after I assembled a posse (aka team rockin, not to be confused with rocket), I came up with several strategies. Plan A, figure out who it is by watching the cameras and get the cops to do the dirty work and sue. Plan C, if cops don’t do anything about it take matters into own hands. Plan C, beat them up anyways. No info yet though, lame-o. The security guards were jerks about the vids …jerks. I guess that's how ppl with asses for faces are. So onto plan D, I guess. I’m pretty much on the lookout and, well, if anything is noticed there will be some stalking, and then hopefully blood will be shed.

This week I have three lab exams, one of which I just had today, but the other two are going to be fuckin crazy. So I better get Jessie Spano high. You know what happens when you don’t do well? You end up being a slut in showgirls, where you vagina becomes a public display. Let this be a lesson, just ask Spano.
Speaking of vaginas... I got into this convo with some drunken guys at the viking. First it started with me saying happy belated birthday, then, to sum it up, it went on to video, cum shot, zoom-in. I guess I’m accustomed to talking about that shit that I didn’t even realize what we were talking about (besides the fact that I was stoned) until they got out of their comfort zone or just felt awkward talking to a girl about such stuff or that we had been talking about it for awhile (though I don't think it went on long). It all happened so nonchalantly (as causal as a drunken convo gets). Then they said I was awesome and that they liked me for being so fucked, and that’s when I got the hay out of der. Creepy Gimli hicks. Then I got distracted and noticed that the one-man-band guy was playing Closer. He wasn't very good, but I gave him credit. Speaking of nin, last night they were playing quite a bit of them on the radio, fantastic. What's your favorite Kool-Aid flavour?