I haven't bloged in a bit. well nothing new has really happen, i gave up on girls here... and re fell in love with motorcycles. I started riding most weekends, which is great because i live on a freaking mnt. I'm going to stay in this social awkward society for another semester. I feel my self becoming more social awkward which sucks. My best bud here is bailing to find normalcy. Can blame him but I'll miss him, we often discuss how life is suppose to be, and what real girls are like.
Ill miss you buddy
I don't really like rich old people to night. I was messing with a room mate while he was cleaning the old lady turned around if she could help me. Ask what me what i was doing, in my most southern gentlemen way possible told her. We were both walking the same way she turned around agin to ask me my name at this point i was already ticked this rich old broad ask me what the heck i was doing. I pay the freaking tuition. She ask me my name and Jesus came in i wanted to say no of your (bad word) Business. But i just my first name she said Brandon who i just said Brandon and keep on walking. Brandon Brandon with a smart ace chuckle and smile. I said yep and keep on my marry way. I did look over my shoulder to make shore this older couple wasn't stalking me.
Dang old people.
For all i know they could be part of the family that gave the school a million dollars the other day. They totally could give me more support. I bet those old people could of wrote a check and paid for the rest of my college but...
I was the Creepy kid that the made feel insecure about his place at this rich people, homeschool breeding ground.
IN the words of the late great turrets guy "F SALT"!
Southern man stuck in my head by Neil Young
Listening to "the ghost of Mississippi" by joey Gilmore
Thursday, November 19, 2009
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