FIRST EVER

Well I guess I'll jump on the blogging band wagon. Mostly because I like people knowing everything about my life. And no one asks me questions about my private journal.

So I go to San Francisco State University, I work in a coffee shop in a "hip" part of town, I hang out with friends, I hate my neighbor; welcome to my life. I should be working on a ten page research paper for this awful class called "Disease!" that I'm taking for Gen.Ed (the sociopath of a teacher is requiring ONE HUNDRED RESOURCES for this waste of valuable Halloween night time) which I hate anyway. Apparently I'm not too fond of a lot of things, actually. Anyway, my assigned topic is TOXIC SHOCK SYNDROME. The infectious tampon scare tactic Procter and Gamble set up to plague sleepy women everywhere. Why couldn't I have gotten a cool disease?

Uh, I can't really ramble my way through ten pages of, essentially, information you can find on any generic brand of tampon box. I mean, I have every confidence in my eccentric, flamboyant-prone rhetoric skills (see?) but...c'mon.

I guess I don't really have anything else to write about. I'm in Antioch right now, which means I probably left some sort of bio-hazardous waste forms in my kitchen that will inevitably end up gassing my apartment. I tend to forget about dishes. Maybe the fumes will waft down to my obnoxious drug dealer of a neighbor and knock him out, silencing the death-wailings he passes off as "easy listening" for EVER.

I'm boring.