I don't know why I feel the need to post three times on one day and none for several others. It just feels like the embodiement of 'relief' to put stuff down. Hell I dont even want anyone to read this...I just really want to take a stop from studying. I remember someone reading out loud one of our pledge's online 'diary' recently. I couldn't stop laughing. At least I've been talking about poker without pause and posting funny stuff. From our pledges to my fraternity. I have a class with an ex-member of my house and we're writing sort of autobiographical stuff (it's a screenwriting class) and he turns in this piece on how he's overcome certain 'Villians' (which is also the title of the work) in his life. I'll quote what the douchebag wrote in the first paragraph: 'Sometimes I miss the frat boys. The mindfucking way they make you think it really is life and death, and how I still won't talk about it. Darkness, lots of darkness, beacause the lighting is so dim. Their loud beer and messy pot and simple, unquestioning sense of affinity, and it doesn't matter who the fuck you are.' What a load of crap. What fucking house was he in? Okay, I'll stop shouting and throwing around the f-word. The kid was always a little loose in the head. He's a funny writer at times, no doubt, but my prediction is he dies before thirty from a drug overdose or suicide. But I'll say, if you're going to go that early it might not be too bad for it be at your hand. I would never committ suicide so if I die at thirty it'll be in some horrible accident or from some horrible disease. I guess that's sort of morbid...which is unusual for me, I usually want to leave that stuff for later...and later...and later...I guess it always catches up :P I'm really anti-social. I went to sleep at 12 am last night...it was a Thursday. Tonight while my house is cleared for some AXOs house party I'm sitting in my room studying for biology. Part of this crap stems from feeling like I've been had by some people of late...but truly I'm shy and I'm cynical and you add those two and its nothing but a big wad of sitting around by onesself. Well not really...fraternity life forces me to come down to drink often...just not this week. Contrary to what the author above wrote joining a frat was probably the best thing I could've done in college, I have zero regrets of it. I need some B-Stories for a sitcom script class and I need to read on mitosis and meiosis and all that lies between. So I'm out.

Source: The Short Happy Life of...