only the good die young
how much longer can i consistently let myself down (among other people) before i make a change...

i miss... 'the carnival of you and me was coming to town' 'you got a fast car and i got a ticket to anywhere' 'we aint too pretty we aint too proud- we might be laughing a bit too loud... but that never hurt noone...' 'take me to the river lay me on your shore' 'i truly believe that you see the best in me' 'thats the story of the hurricane' 'youre a boomerang you'll see, you will return to me' 'and over and over and over and over and over again'

march maddness is amazing
so the fuckin spring break update... i've been kicking it in the lou with my dog, eating/drinking my parents out of house and home, took my car to get fixed...

i almost went on but someone once told me that when you are writing something, if you read it to your dog and they lose interest, you should change what you are writing. i just realized that i didnt give a shit about the first two sentences i wrote so im moving on.

the indigo girls concert with lammers and hurster was awesome; i wouldnt want to drink wine and pee behind a pickup truck in the parking lot with anyone else (emily i am burning the new disc as i type.) those girls can definately rock a show (and need i say there were some good looking people there... excluding the chick i met in the mens bathroom who knows jackie).

last night i went and saw jenny t's soccer game... other than that, hanging out with friends, playing a little frisbee, dreading the return to chicago. when the hell does the weather break up there? it has been above 60 every day since ive been home... and for you assholes who arent coming back (you know who you are) i guess we can still be friends but only because im easy, or we can just duke it out tomorrow night... viva la casa de ethan...

when i started writing i had something to say... now, i forfeit. i have no idea what it was.

i fell from grace right out of the gate
(you just missed my landing.)
but i perpetually pick myself up and keep moving
althought i continually make it to nowhere inparticular...

so im sorry in advance
for the past
and all the trouble i continue to cause

i never wanted to let you down
but it took too long for you to let me go.

my first bar... lincoln station
tab:
2- Jack and cokes
1- summit hefeweizen
1- blue moon
1- lemon drop shot
1- jager shot
status: not buzzed
solution: obtain lower tolerance before next bar experience

lets talk for a minute about public restroom ettiquete and compromising the integrity of the bathroom....

I walked into the bathroom at the student center the other day which is massive. there must be about 12 stalls on each side. as it happened, none of them were occupied. I proceed to make a quick right turn into the first stall. THEN some girl who walked in behind me took the next stall, on my side! out of 23 unoccupied stalls, she chose the one next to mine. who does that? she could have at least left one stall as a buffer zone. after observing this incident take place i was so baffled that i didnt even have to pee anymore. lesson one...
-space, where available, is a common courteousy. dont be an asshole.

-flush for christs sake. not only flush once, but on those really bad days, turn around and make sure the extra courteousy flush isnt neccessary.

-ensure that all used FHPs (feminine hygine products) have made it to the proper receptacle, which does not include the corner (i know you have seen this one before). so there isnt an in-stall receptacle? throw it in the damn trashcan. its not like all of the other women in the bathroom dont get periods too.

-if you are in a situation where you must hover, take aim. for the love of jah take aim. if your aim is sub-par, wipe the seat.

-if you're not going to wash your hands for some reason, dont bother to fake it. its a waste of my water and your time. we all know that the splash under the faucet is worthless. if you aren't committed to a decent wash, walk out of the stall and straight out the door like you mean it.

-the posting of political propaganda. granted, its a great place to put something you want people to read since they are stuck staring at the door for a few seconds, but nothing makes me want to avoid the bandwagon more than getting angry during what could have been a perfectly refreshing pee.

and as for the showers...

-no need to leave your hair plastered to the shower wall. yeah, you may shed a little and it may get caught in your fingers, but do the community a favor and just let it run down the drain. please, sacrifice this one for hygenic people everywhere its distressing to walk into a shower and see what looks like a bunny mapped out by someones hair.

-a razor blade, empty shampoo bottle, hair band? leave with what you brought. throwing away empties does not exclusively pertain to beer bottles.

coming straight to my door... 2 indigo girls tickets for 3/20 at the pageant and 2 ani tickets for 5/6 at the pageant. i hate the pagent but i done love them ladies.

'marriage is love'
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