idiots

i just told a gang of punk ass kids to "stop being idiots!" they were pushing over a car/truck that looked like a ticketing patrol car, but i don't think it is. they decided to rip the light thing off the top of the truck. i stopped them from doing further damage. that's about it. damn idiots.
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train me

I want this trainer at the gym. He is hot. He has a girlfriend. Boo!!!!

null hypothesis - proven false

my hypothesis is continually supported. boy roommate is always low-key, no-drama, goes along with the flow type of guy is totally stressed out about work this month.

during dinner making time, roomate said, "work isn't good. this project is not going well."

i did my laundry today and the laundry mat owner, dad #2, came over for a chit chat. i asked him how business was today and he said, "september is a terrible month. everybody spend their money, go back to work. business is worse in september. october, things will be back to normal and pick up."

Bluto has made his point

blutovt (10:45:44 PM): matt

blutovt (10:46:00 PM): a) not available

blutovt (10:46:05 PM): b) not cute by your standards

blutovt (10:46:17 PM): he's architecture, artsy, somewhat effiminate

blutovt (10:46:24 PM): def not your type

blutovt (10:46:33 PM): BUT I"VE ALREADY ANSWERED THIS BEFORE

blutovt (10:46:40 PM): no one in our league is suitable for you

blutovt (10:46:43 PM): case closed

blutovt (10:47:25 PM): that is my answer forthwith to all ensuing questions of cuteness, dateability, fuckability or 3.5+

AbsolutNatalie (10:48:13 PM): :X

AbsolutNatalie (10:48:16 PM): okaly dokaly

AbsolutNatalie (10:48:17 PM): got it

Suckfest Coffee

To continue with the blog theme of Sucktember, September is now caffeine induced psychosis month. Diet soda, iced coffee, regular coffee, I'll take it! Ugh, I don't particularly like caffeine because it dehydrates me, I pee every 35 minutes, and my breath smells. I also like to produce work based on my own merit, no foreign substances.

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I sort of want to die. All this pressure is chokinnngg mmeeee. I can't breathe. I must escape this!!! I'm learning something new everyday and I'm inundated with information. My brain is processing information at warp speed and I spend 80% of the day doing something work related. When I'm not doin that, I'm either at the gym or eating. I would like something or someone to save me.

Tunnel of Insanity

When I'm tired, sad, and delirious, I want to talk to The Dude of Independence Day Past. I swear his ad is on Van Ness and Washington. I want to email him asking if it's his billboard on the side of the building. Please for the love of god, let me make it another day without talking to him. If I can make it until October, the light at the end of the tunnel of graduate school hell will shine brighter.

HELP ME GUYS!!!