... to prove to Dad that I'm not a fool."
The day Adam Sandler stopped making mindless, immature, hilarious-when-only-when-you're-drunk movies was the day a bit of my soul died. It flaked right off and floated to the cold, hard earth. Then it produced a single tear before being swept away by a rogue wind from the east.
I hate the first day of classes (which was today) because I hate going over syllabuses and doing ice breakers. I have done more ice breakers since I came to Cornell than you can shake a stick at. Go ahead. Try and shake that stick at them all. There is no way you'll be able to do it. No. Way. I think I'm going to rely on blatant lies if someone asks me about myself again.
Two truths and a lie.
I once killed a man using an electric toothbrush and ball of yarn.
I keep his severed thumbs in the glove compartment of my El Camino.
I have a kitty named "Mr. Boogaloo".
That would send them all... into an awkward state. Really that's all I've ever wanted... along with wealth and power... and a mistress or two.
*throws list of classes at you to give this post a purpose*
-Physics
-Organic Chemistry (and lab... *vomit*)
-Macro-economics
-Introduction to Global Health
-Spanish for Health and Medical Professionals
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