I need to see a neurologist cause my brain's all fucked up, and they also think my eyes are F-d. However, my insurance is like LOL, not going to happen. But I'm telling those hoes what's what and I think soon I'll be able to get this shit straightened out. On the positive side, if this stuff is as bad as they think I'll be getting a nice check of some ballin ass amount of money.
I started school again and I think I made some friends??? I KNOW! Probably not though.
I'm pretty sure I have a crush on my History professor so that's wild.
I wrote a paper for my English class and the student who had to read it was like:
"Did you mean stop light here?"
"What? Stop Light? OH... no"
"I have never seen this word 'plight' before."
So everyone was like WTF PLIGHT?! And thus began a game of pass Brian's paper of personal introspection to complete strangers. They all seemed to like it and the teacher took a personal interest in my paper and made me stay after class so he could read my newest draft. He was impressed by it so I guess that's pretty neat.
This girl I know is like a boulder with a fucking jet-pack. But I'm pretty sure when she says she loves me she means it. Which honestly makes me kind of happy to be on the receiving end of, even though the feeling isn't mutual. I don't know what I'm going to do in this debacle. Oh and there are these two other girls who pretty much want my balls. One blatantly says, "I need to make you my sex slave so you can't run from me." I can't even tell you how much this arouses me. -_-. It sucks, the only time I have news to report on the opposite sex it's about the same fucking thing every time. I seriously challenge anyone who thinks they can attract crazier bitches to some form of crazy bitch catching competition. You know, when I read this, it totally makes me want to start this contest. SO CHALLENGE ME!!
If there happens to be any internet lurkers reading this I want you to know that most of everything I say is supposed to be a joke. Not necessarily to make you laugh but I like to keep the mood light. If it seems like I'm being serious I'm probably not. I really can't take anything seriously. Unless throughout the post you sense a serious tone, then the purpose of that post was probably, to be entertaining while accurately reciting shit that happened.
The reason I bring this up is because it has become painfully apparent that no one gets my humour :(.
2 comments:
“Did you mean stop light here” lol, plight's not even an unusual word.
Well if your profession as a sex slave doesn't work out, I say you go for your history professor. At least she'd be somewhat intelligent.
How is your brain fucked up?
I totally would but I noticed the ring on her finger...
Uhh it's called post-concussion syndrome which basically equates to chronic migraines and feeling like shit. And also, they think they might have found something in the CT scan so I'm not entirely sure at this point.
I have balls for luck.
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