Hi. I'm a very awkward kid.

Dear roommate

I know you won’t read this, but HOLY CRAP YOUR FARTS STINK LIKE POT(like I want to throw up all over your stuff and not care about it stinky). And why must your fan be on and angled where it blows anything you pass out towards my side of the room.

Also I like how your side of the room is pretty much 5/6 of this room, yes i’ve measured it, all of your crap is just lying on my side of the room, and when you’re out, I do give your stuff a good kick or two. SO HAHA.

And please, stop rolling in our room, I don’t want to wake up seeing the cops in my room and searching everything because you possess a ridiculous amount of pot and alcohol in my room.

Thus I learned that whenver I should pot-luck again, I should wish for more luck instead of pot.

-K

So, this weekend I went clubbing with some friends. It was quite interesting and actually not like what I imagined college station clubs to be like. To be honest I expected more Hoe downs and foxtrots instead of listening to Cee-lo’s ____ You being belted out by everyone in there. Anyways when we left, everyone else was a bit tipsy so I had to drive them back. And on the way back at 3:10 A.M. I get pulled over for running a red light, which was crap because I definitely passed the white line when it was turning yellow. But whatever, scariest 10 minutes of my life. Pretty much thought all of us were going to be arrested since everyone I was driving was a bit tipsy and under 21, and the car I was driving was not mine. But luckily I made up a quick excuse saying that we were taking turns driving from Houston back to CSTAT and that my friend forgot her license so I was driving, and he gave me a warning.

Yea. Anyways 3 tests left this week, found out that my math test got moved to after spring break. So yippeee!!! I lived in the library for about 9 hrs today, and studied for about 12 hrs. Someone save me. plz. I literally began rambling to myself and not making sense of what I was saying.