Effing rulzzz

I love this shit

... and the information about me becomes even more useless

I remember selling my soul for a carton of milk while attending private school.

The scar of a gash set into my left shin still gives me a wincing pain feeling more than 7 years later

With every paper I write I still have the habit to work procrastination into my schedule

I suppose i have always wanted to enjoy a seedy addiction to altoids, but the mint never got its hook set in me

Never will i understand the intricacies of 'bridge' or 'five card stud'

I will conquer my fear of nuance

"You will not kill me 'pe diem'"

All too often I catch myself cutting my nails too short

I love to pour old, skunked beer down bathroom sinks

Continuity?

plus

equals continuity?


I'm getting the feeling I love to crave. Its that desire to push forward in academic works. Currently: writing a research paper for middle eastern politics. The focus is on the comparison and differences between the late Yasir Arafat and the New Palestinian president Mahmoud Abbas. The focus is a bit vague but i might be able to hone it in a little bit. Nevertheless, I am extremely excited to put my words on the the page and see what really comes together.

with:



When will the segregation end