Sugar Cakes

I am surrounded by parties. It is ridiculous. There is so much bass.

Um, excuse me, yeah... uh, Frat Boy? Could you please tone the bass down a bit... not the whole night or anything, just for a couple hours.... you see, i'm studing molecular biology....

What? Oh, you're too busy giving head to your frat brothers? Fuck you too.

The frat next door hired a "security guard" for its parking lot. And by "security guard" I mean "large aggresive black man in a black jacket" who just screams, "What the fuck you doin' here?! Get the FUCK out a here! Yeah, that's right sugar cakes, get... the... fuck... OUT!"

I wish I had more freshman in my classes so that they would all fail their classes this quarter. Oh yeah, those type of people don't take south-campus classes.

I'm going to take a break and watch the black man yell at people.