I have been reading this awesome quote by Winston Churchill where he was drunk at a social event. " Sir you are drunk", a woman at the party said to him. " and Madam you are ugly. However when I wake up tomorrow, I will be sober." Churchill's reply.  ¶ 10:43 PM

  I was carrying a 30 of budlight on my shoulder through the park behind Northeastern. I got to the footbridge and this little girl was starring at me, the entire way. Without even thinking I said " What you want a beer." The girl couldn't have been more than 5. Her parents gave me a real nasty look after I said that. I should have said sorry or something, but I just kept going, and laughing to myself.  ¶ 12:26 PM

  So I took one of those online test on Tickle.com to find out who would be my perfect mate. The results of the test said that I am best fit for excotic middle-eastern women, and/or red-headed men. I tried posting the results on this site, but it didn't work out.  ¶ 4:50 PM

  So I screwed up my housing and now I can't live with Chris Hamel in September which would have been really cool. I also fixed housing afterward, so now I am guaranteed on campus-housing again.
Its always fun to expand your social circle of friends, and I have been expanding rapidly in the past few months. The more people you know the easier it is to find soemthing good to do on any given night, and the more likely you are to meet someone you are interested in.  ¶ 1:21 PM

  I spent the weekend in Jersey, which was very relaxing. I hadn't been down there since New Years Eve, when I got my speeding ticket. The temperature was so much warmer than Boston has been. There weren't very many of my friends home however, because Northeastern always gives us breaks at awkward times. Now that classes have resumed I really have to pay more attention in my Earth History (Geology) class. I apparently missed a quiz in that class two Thursdays ago. Luckily he drops the two lowest quiz grades.  ¶ 11:12 AM

  As I try to think back to things that happened freshmen year I keep mixing nights together. For example I know there were 2 occasions where I drank Bacardi 151. Here's where it gets hazy, on one of the nights I drank a bottle of Zifendale, and then had two shots of 151. Someone that I was with left somthing in Dan's room which was on my floor, and I knew that he had always left his window open, so in my drunken state I went through his nieghbor Ryan's window and went next door and punched in Dan's screen and unlocked his door.
The next time I drank 151, I think it was just a couple shots of that, and I was out of control, on the first floor yelling and helping some kid in the stairwell puke who I didn't even know. Then my night ended in the second floor bathroom puking, and telling my RA Phil that I hated him, and that he was a faggot. All he was trying to do was make sure I was alright and that he wouldn't have to call the hospital, and I greeted him by saying " Fuck you Phil".  ¶ 12:55 PM