I don't care what is said about me, so long as it isn't true

i hate gays that love hamsters...in their anuses.

Fashion on the Rocks.

That's right. Everyone that came knows whats up.

I'm trying to write my sociology paper that's due tomorrow, but I just realized that I left my syllabus in my class on Tuesday. I know. Smart. So, i'm doing the sensible thing and looking on our Carmen course site. It's interesting; there's a site for Sociology 367.02, but there IS NOTHING FUCKING ON THE GODDAMN SITE!

Kudos to you Sarah Trumpy. The end.

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Ok, so i've officially been to all of my classes now, with the small exception of my bio lab...

Theatre 100 - Amazing! I wasn't looking forward to it b/c it's an elementary theatre course, but my professor is very engaging. Plus, she loves me b/c i'm a theatre major.

Bio 101 - Not bad actually. My professor is crazy. She is talking about Cirque de Soleil, but biology style and all sorts of ludicrous ideas. So far, so good.

Hip-Hop - Omg, after this quarter i'm going to be in great shape. Jeff Fouche is HOT and FUN and a GOOD dancer. He's kind of a Nazi about stretching and ab workouts, but it's for the best.

Sociology 367 - This was supposed to be one of my sure-thing A classes. Not so much. A.) I don't really care for the people in my class. B) It's a shit ton of work. C.) Do I really care about urbanization that much?


Speaking of class, I should probably get to mine....


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Right, so I just got off of the phone w/ the office of student financial aid and I'm pretty much on the verge of tears. Basically, they told me that they can't do anything for me and that I need to apply for a private loan. A.) they're going to do a credit check and I seriously have zero credit and B.) they require a co-signer and my dad lives in Georgia and my mom lives in Toledo but has no car. I'm really excited, you know, seeing how as in 7 days my full tuition is due and if it isn't paid by that deadline i'm considered not enrolled for autumn quarter, which also means that I lose all of my scholarships. I would really like to give my parents a fucking round of applause for making sure their son had a way to go to college. Way to be.

I dreamed thoroughly last night during my 8-hour slumber. I had a dream that I actually became pregnant. I know, it sounds both comical and ludicrous. But, it wasn't a funny dream. It was a very touching dream. Somehow, men were able to carry children. And in my dream, I decided to do so. The dream was incredibly realistic--ironic, eh? I had the baby removed by c-section. It was a girl that I ended up naming Kiera. I understand that I sound like a whack-job, but my dream was so vivid and enthralling that I believe, during some point, I was actually crying.

It made me realize how much I would like to have kids. Not now, obviously, but sometime around 30 I would like to have children.

Mark = retrospective mood.

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I have finally finished unpacking!!! My room is actually pretty cute when you can see the floor. That's all.

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So, i'm not really tired right now. Yet, it's 4am. Life's interesting. I actually just got back from Daniel's. We watched Amelie and had wine, hot tea, and chocolate chip cookies. Lol. I know. We're fat kids like that.

Oh yeah, and last week I went to New York, hence my last posting from the New York City Public Library. It was actually a really enjoyable trip. I went with Chris for a weekend. I ended up seeing The Color Purple (My new favorite) and Wicked (AMAZING). Afterwards, we met LaChanze and Eden Espinoza, etc. I spent about $1000 that weekend. Yeah. Mark Torrez is now a poor Mexican. Greasy too. Ew. I need to wash my face.

Good night.

I'm in the New York City Public Library with the one & only Christopher Columbus right now. And last night we saw The Color Purple...aka the most-beautiful show ever!~!! And we met LaChanze and took pics.

hollaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Last night was ridic. I went to Dannon's 21st with Daniel (love him) and it was drama. Tony Wheeler. That's all that needs to be said, but for fun, i'll bitch. So, i don't like him and he knows that. Well last night, along with every other night for Tony, he was trashed. Obliterated moreso. It was actually very amusing watching him act a fool. So halfway through the night he comes up to Daniel (i'm sitting next to him) and begins...

Tony: So, remember when i used to stick up for 'someone' and then they turned against me when all that stuff went down?
Daniel: um....?
Tony: Remember...'someone' hates me now, but i used to stick up for him when people were talking shit about him.
Daniel: who?
Tony: 'Someone!!" (Looks at me as if i am oblivious)
Daniel: Tony. You're drunk.


45 MINUTES LATER

Tony: Mark, ok I know you don't like me because of what happened with Daniel.
Me: I also don't appreciate you talking about me right in front of me, but instead of directing your words toward me, you act like i am oblivious.
Tony: I never said anything about you..
Me: Do I look dumb?

Tony Wheeler is trash. The end.


On a more fun note, we left and went to Oakland and became highly intoxicated after doing about 12 shots (peppermint patties, ouzo, rum, vodka, etc etc). I was wrestling some gay in the bathroom, acting like a frat boy. It was a good time. Well, vomming later that night wasn't that fun. Nor was losing my phone. womp womp.

Ok, I need to go pack. Seriously. I move out or Morrill and into Neil tomorrow and I have yet to begin cleaning up my shit.

Mark Torrez = genius.

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