Secret blog

If you've read this blog from beginning to hell to now, then you must know that this is a blog of secrecy that has no lock. People i know, in theory, should have no knowledge of this, but herein lies the problem. I live with my friends now. While it is nice, privacy is luxury. I have no beef with my roomates because i know them or have known them for quite a while. The whole problem lies because i'm trying to write in a secret journal and if someone walks in and says "whatcha doin?" then i'm essentially screwed. "Porn! lots of hardcore porn! that's what i'm doing! Yummy! ooh gimme more of that stuff i like!" is probably the on spot reply you'd get from me.

It's not that much of a problem, it's just a big fat security hole... Case and Point, roommate just walked in...

So what shall i do? well weblog on! Until i know i'm discovered, i guess this will be my home. Knowing that certain eyes are watching me, i will move on to the preverbial greener pastures.

School is a very draining thing. All energy just seems to be drawn out by school. Which generally leaves me feeling really tired, and easily annoyed. Today i got covered in mud. I was ticked off. I was making my long long walk home from a long day of classes, the longest of the week, when some inconsiderate dick in a car races by a large puddle of water. The result is me covered in muddle snow water and it took every fiber of my being not to run up to that car and start cussing like there is no tomorrow. I really didn't need that last kick in the pants, but apparently somebody thought i surely deserved it. In retrospect, i should have cussed the crap out of the driver in the car. I'm going to take a shower now. If you hear muffled swearing that would be me. To the driver of the car, Mr/Ms Driver, get cancer because you're an insenstive fuck.

Malicious and malcontent is something i seem to exceed in, must be all the practice,