Today was a decent monday. After making some decisions about the future and at least having somewhat of a game plan for the next few monthes I feel like i can sit down and just focus on what I'm doing right here and now. I downloaded some applications for law school and will fill them out in my spare time this week at work... possibly have them done tomorrow who knows. We had dinner with the Roes which was a blast then played a game of settlers... which we shouldn't have. You'd think we'd know by now that the four of us can't play that game without wanting to tear each other's arms off and use them as tennis rackets, but as the crack fiend turns to crack, we turn to settlers. I then went to greyfriars and enjoyed a hair raising... jumata? chumba wumba? Jomato? I always forget the word for it but here's how you make it: One pull of espresso, a sugar in the raw packet, another pull of espresso, then a flavored syrup (I forget which one) then brew it on up and its a party in your mouth. It hyped me up real good. I talked with a fellow C-stoner Stephen Beck who is a resident cool guy. He's one of those local boys who hasn't left chatt but you can respect him since he's making his own money instead of those local boys who never leave chatt, go to McCallie/Baylor (is there a difference) and then live off their parent's/grandparent's trust funds driving suv's around town and sipping tea and crumpets like they're Chattanooga's very own Kennedy family. And heaven for bid they actually give back to the community and get a job, Noooo, they have to feed off society like a leech suckeling off the very nipple of life. What the heck am I talking about? Lousy rich people...waste of space
I'd be communist, but only if I could be in the upper crust of Communist society. Kind of like the government officials in Soviet Russia that would go to secret grocery stores to get their western Coke and food. I'd probably starve to death if I were one of the regular shmoes who had to wait 8 hours in line for a piece of bread. My ADD would kick in and I'd get bored and get out of line. Then I'd get so hungry I'd just start biting people trying to suck what life essence I could from their dirty clothes hoping maybe for a flea or grub that was on their filth ridden, mangie rags.
Who am I? Bob Dole? No, Pineapple.. No...
I"M BRIAN FELLOWS!!