The Autobiography of Russell

It isn't even 9 am yet and here I am sitting in the computer lab of the college. Why? My mom told me the bank was open this early so I left for it and when I started to pull in it was completely vacant. Not a single vehicle was in the parking lot, front or back. So... I drove through the city park and then headed on to school cause I didn't want to go back home (I may not have gotten back out again)

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Oh man, that was so fun. Today in theatre we did some more endowment exercises.

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:-) Ahh, a day in the life of my theatre class.

Oh, that reminds me. The group of people I was talking with between classes was talking about their penis length compared to where their belly button is so I decided to take that time to wander off and talk to another person I just started talking to the other day, who happened to be sitting next to someone I had considered. heheh, you know I planned that xD ahh... *shrugs* Heavy smoker, but interesting conversationalist regardless.

Look ma, I'm getting a social life despite you. Wheee!

There sure is a awfully large lack of activity online lately. sheesh.

Ya know, I think I'll doze off for a while.

Anyone have a mallet?

*random person gives him a mallet*

*starts to whack himself over the head when someone yells*

What?

*another random person hands him a rubber mallet*

Oh, thanks.

*whacks himself over the head with the rubber mallet*

;)

Russell, you're a fool for thinking anything is possible. It just isn't. Go back to living within your confines and stop trying to make anything work. Your "track record" proves it.


hmm.... I'm reading several things into that. One being a attention whore (so to speak?). Another being my patheticness (aka whiney depressing voice). Also the sharp negative bite of my parents (they withhold things based on my "track record" despite the fact I'm supposed to be able to change and all that good human stuff)

*ponders disabling comments for a moment* ... ... ... *decides against*