You know what Blog Reader, I think it's time for a good old BAW post. I don't think I've done a proper one of these yet. I've definately done a FUU- post. You all loved that one, it seems. You'll probably hate this post, like the last. Not enough swearing, and everyone know's that there's nothing more hilarious than a cluster F-bomb. Anyway, onto the BAW:
Something must be wrong with me. I am really enjoying college now. The previously unliked people in my class have grown to become actually pretty decent people. There company is pretty damn good. What the hell is wrong with me?
Riddle me this Blog Reader, what if there's nothing wrong with me? Wierd isn't it, how can I enjoy the company of jocks and morons? I'm gonna go and say I must have adapted. Adapt or die, it's in our genes. My subconcious must have decided that I must get along with these guys to save me going on some sort of school shooting. As much as it seems like a would enjoy that, I assure you I wouldn't.
Adaption sucks though, as it's had an annoying second effect. I'm wanting to go and meet new people and shit. I want to socialise. I want to go out with a few mates, hit on some girls then stumble home, not remembering what happened an hour before. This isn't me. I sit at home, swear a lot on hate people. I'm the least suitable person to go out, hit on girls and get drunk. I'm more suitable for getting drunk, starting a fight and waking up in Norfolk missing a kidney.
Kinda wish I would stop wanting to go and be normal, getting drunk and hitting on girls. It isn't me. Can I has rage back?