the cafe at KCC really sucks. actually it's not too bad it's just that it's the only place to eat here unless you wanna go down to kahala or kapahulu. today there were millions of people in there because they decided to hold their little cultural fair i n the cafe of all places...now i thought that's what that big chunk of grass outside the cafe was for. the cafe itself is alreayd pretty crowded without having some event in there. if they're not gonna use that damn grass then they should do something p roductive with it. a parking structure is my idea, altho many people do not support this because it will ruin the beauty of the school. sorry but the school is pretty nasty looking. all the buildings are this hideous brown combo, very boring, very ugly .

yah so anyway, me and CJ managed to get to the important food section and buy lunch. CJ had chicken strips and algerian, i mean french, fries, me had somen salad oh and we had a super tanker of MD too. we had to go outside to eat since people were alrea dy sitting on the floor and each other in the cafe. it wasn't too bad, i actually kind of like sitting under the trees by the library. i did have to listen to CJ's comments on every single girl who walked by, "nice ass, nice legs...nice ass, nice legs.. .ooh her tits are bouncing, jing jing jing jing..."

speaking of tits, today's tit topic will be nipples. when showing your appreciation for fine nipples, it is important to remember this analogy: if you're dating a woman with 2 kids, you want her kids to like you because then she will like you too. if h er kids don't like you, she won't like you. so you do lots of nice things for her kids, take them places, buy them things, stuff like that. you have to be careful tho, because kids are always competing with each other over everything, especially attenti on. if you favor one child too much over the other, they will notice and it will create conflict among them. this will eventually be noticed by your woman and she will dump your sorry ass to the curb for not being more aware of fair treatment. moral of the story: load the bong.

i'm so tired. i really want to go home and go to sleep but i need to do my history paper. maybe if i rush i can do my paper and still be able to get a few hours of sleep. life is hard. at least today i changed my clothes. see, CJ and i have come to t he conclusion that i am a typical college student on the way to burnout. here is a typical weekday:

wake up to the sound of CJ pounding on the door. mutter expletives and find my way to the bathroom where i wash face, brush teeth, and conduct a variety of overseas business via my toilet. rush out of bathroom, throw on clothes from the day before unles s i was fortunate enuff to have slept in them. grab can of caffiene from reefer while putting shoes on over retardedly short socks, struggling to hand on to bad while running out the door. go to school, ingest caffiene, nicotine, thc, then work, ingest caffiene, do homework at work, ingest caffiene, go home, ingest caffiene, do more homework and vaious household agenda items, go to sleep for 2 minutes then decided there's more important things to do, ingest caffiene, stay up til 3 am at least, ingest ca ffiene, go to sleep, do it all again. woo! i feel good.

in other news, above my tiredness, i'm feeling so smooshy i'd throw up if i had anything in my stomach besides MD. oh yah, now i've got that somen so maybe i will. it's a good thing i'm so tired otherwise i'd be hurting others with my deadly smooshy ray .

i was in geog class and this guy, who i happen to think is kinda cute (only noteworthy because it's a rare thing at KCC) stopped onhis way out and told me my shirt was nice. i'm wearing a team kawasaki racing shirt. he's a bike dude so we talked for a f ew seconds and then he left. i thought it was pretty cool. see, now if most people were to tell this story to their sig-other they'd get mad about me thinking he was cute, well damnit, too bad.

no really, i had a point. now i must pee.