On the Corner

If my eyes ever glaze over as a result of a love-induced stupor, would you slap my face? Be a pal.

I'm so God damned terrible at learning lessons. We know how it ends anyway, might as well leave early and find something more fun to do. I shouldn't linger so. I should at least keep all that salt away from my wounds. 

Monday was Mythical Creatures. Too bad everyone decided to bombard the spot that Keanu Reeves and I reserved for ourselves. Yesterday was Lyrics as Lit, which would be a nightmare if it wasn't for Katie, Keanu, and Lina, who all sit in my row. Otherwise I'd be stuck listening to what should be a picture next to the word "unbearable" in the dictionary. 

But today?

Stand Up. Fuck yes. Mr. Wood. It's been two semesters since.

Saw Hamlet 2 and Grosse Pointe Blank. Both were enjoyable, but Hamlet 2 was more fun. "Jesus is sexy to you, which leads us into the musical interlude 'Rock Me Sexy Jesus'."

Grosse Pointe Blank has Dan Aykroyd. 'Nuff said.

Today:

-Mr. Wood

Tomorrow:

-?