tonight my roommates and i, save for gonzo, decided to fuck with the spirit word to no avail. i was accidentally pushing and pulling the planchette the entire time. i really wasn't too aware of it, i was just pushing and pulling in the direction that felt best (i had my eyes covered by my left palm the entire time) and it turned out my two fingers were the only two that were attatched to the goddamn thing. i'm a little freaked out by it, to be completely honest, but i pretty much realize it's an irrational fear. steven and i are the hardcore skeptics, just playing around with the ouija board for shits and giggles.

i highly doubt anything will come of this.

ANNNNNNyways...for my creative writing class i have to write a short story about my past that doesn't have to do with drugs sex and alcohol. i can hardly remember a time in my life where i did not experience either one, two, or a combination of all three at any point in time. i think i've been circulated into the veins of college a little muchly.

i haven't updated this stupid son of a bitch for the single reason that i haven't felt compelled to...so in conclusion: tits.

BYE.