I am a broke college student.

So, my friend Fishey and I have been spending our weekends watching Skins from the very first season and I fucking love it. The problem is that I'm spending more time doing that and internet things (like right now) than doing hw.

Other than getting behind on homework, I have a roommate who is never home and whenever she is she happens to be doing some sort of drunk shenanigan.

I was out in Cambridge with some friends hoping to smoke hookah. The hookah bar required a real ID and not just a student one. So me and Fishey went back to our respective dorms. I opened the door to my room to find all the lights on and nobody home.

Clothes had been thrown about and in the bathroom there was a small puddle of... pee. In front of the toilet stall. And nobody home to claim it.

My theater major roommate must have been terrified when she came home and I descended upon her with crazy-cleaning-lady anger and asked if she'd been home before I got back. Apparently not.

The same happened when blonde bio major roommate came home but she said she had not been drinking and had not been home to see the puddle in the bathroom.

There was one roommate left. Soccer roommate. She didn't come home. It was already like 2 or 3am so I assumed that she had come home at some point, very drunk, and probably with a friend. Tried to get clean clothes from her drawers; flung them around; attempted to use the toilet and failed then got dragged out of the room by whatever friend was with her.

Only a few days before that she had come back extremely drunk and vomited all over the bathroom floor leaving blonde bio major roommate to clean it up.

It was safe to assume it was her who pissed on the bathroom floor.

Now she's barely around, probably still embarrassed about the shit that happened. She hardly ever even sleeps here anymore.

So now, I feel bad for getting so angry with her when what I probably should have done was sat down and talked with her about her dangerous drinking habits. Whatever.

Dissecting Watchmen

So, my freshman seminar is a comic book class. Our first 'graphic novel' is Watchmen. Who watches the watchmen? Nobody! Guys like The Comedian take liberties with the power they're given. Guys like Rorschach kill people for the right reasons... but walk along the edge of psychopathic. True antiheroes are these. Every superhero is inherently human.

Reading the ending to chapter 4 is making ME feel nihilistic. As if I wasn't feeling it before... Jon's POV sounds like the voice of a man waiting for death to lift him up off his bed and carry him away. And yet there he goes - on with making new things and doing what other people suggest he do.

I think what I'm loving most about this book are the characters. I don't care about the story; I've seen the movie and know it. There is so much more depth into the characters in the book than in the movie.

Only up to chapter 4... must keep reading.

The VMAs

Drake: "I quit. I quit."

Courtesy of HellandHeartaches.com

xDDD Poor Drake. I feel your pain. Justin Bieber winning anything that isn't an award from Nickelodeon's Kid's Choice Awards is just a fucking sham.

On College

Moved in about 4 days ago. I'm kinda liking the city, although, it's no NYC :( Fish's mom commented "I'm sorry that this isn't your beloved Manhattan. You need to get over it." I spent a lot of my weekend hanging out with Fish and kinda sorta not meeting new people like I should be. Had 3 classes so far, the first two were boring: English and Suffolk 101. My Empires and Globalization class is sounding exciting though :DD I'm going to pick up my new textbook and actually skim the first chapter.