it's nine to five....we run for the hive...

well...kartina is sitting and pissing on my outside world...so...as i sit here in the dissolution of my second year of law school, i'm kind of reminded about how much the weather in cleveland sucks donkey dick. the old adage of "dont' like the weather? wait three hours" is too fucking true here..so i suppose in a few hours the sun will be shining again......or not....whatever....anyway...two things about rain piss me off: 1--people can't fuckin drive in the first heavy rainfall here in cleveland..so..the idea is to avoid ALL highways on that first heavy rainfall day; 2--the idiots who have pants that are too long, and thus walk around like tards trying to prevent their pants from getting wet. bette yet? when they look down in SHOCK! that the bottom of their pants are wet....it happens every-single-fucking-time it rains dumbass. either stop being a slave to fashion and wear high-water's...or...get over it, and get back to crossing the street like the cool mother fucker you think you are...

tomorrow is wednesday which means i sadistically stay out late at a bar that is 30 minutes from my home so that i may be "good" and see my friends. all the while, during the day tomorrow i'll be tormenting myself with reading enough so that i don't have to do anything thursday but wake up at 7am..get to class....and praise allah that my hangover has not completely incapacitated me (what? i love the sauce and the sauce loves me!), because there is nothing worse than sitting in a dark room with only a projection light to keep you sane, when all you want to do is consume all the gatorade in the world, and puke in the nearest garbage can.

my gay neighbor hath officially moved...which makes me kind of sad. who's going to yell through the cement walls that i'm singing flat or sharp...and who's going to borrow my shit relentlessly in the name of neighborly love? see who moves in next door..hopefully not people who contribute to the puff of pot smoke that usually greets me after my night classes. anyway....a new guy who moved in upstairs...though easy on the eyes....he has sex with more random women than humanly possible. everytime i take my dog out and look in the general direction of "our" windows...there is some girl hanging on him that i've never even seen before. not my business; however, his bed is so fucking LOUD. now, i don't care that he's banging chicks up there....i care that i get a reminder that i'm not getting ANY fortnightly, and that pisses me off!

all this talk about the "american idiot" album being a classic is pissing me off. i like green day as much as the next "my generation's music in general blows" idiot, but a classic?!! the beatles are classic! zepplin and floyd are classic! old school metallica before they turned into money grubbing cunts is classic! op ivy, rancid, the clash, and the dropkick murphey's are classic! three guys who play power chords that teeter on the emo-pop-punk line are NOT classic.

i got a call from my doctor about the prospect of yet another surgery for me (that would raise my grand total for this whole thing to 7..and my grand surgery total to 9)....to which he said "it's up to you." what the fuck is that shit?!! i'm supposed to decide if i want to be knocked out for another 5 hours and deal with another 6 months of post-op delight? what the fuck are my parents paying him for?!! what the fuck good is he?! i mean i understand why it's more of a voluntary thing...but...me=law student; he=best surgeon in the field cleveland has to offer...you'd think he'd be a little more dispositive towards the mother fuckin situation than "duuuude! it's totally your call!" kickin his ass when i see him on friday. bastard!

VEGAS?!! going in october...or nay nay? would like to know!

lastly: what is protocol for texting people? do i wait two days after i get his number to take that proverbial leap and text him?! teee heee!! :)

anyway..i leave you with a russian joke for which the translation is: "the strange truth about ice cream"