We look good. We get vag. We party...

Alright what's up. I deeply apologize for not posting more often. One sec while I get some tunes bumpin.

Alright so here's what's up. I'm in college now and don't have a shit ton of spare time to be blogging my damn life away. I'll try to post as much as possible but I'm thinking about making it a Friday evening thing. Friday evenings are the shit, and nothing will change that. Just made that my fbook status. Yeah. Like it. Or I'm unfriending you.

So idk the last time I posted, but let me catch you up.
Air Force: all over it
Hard classes: all A's
Parties: all weekend
P.R.: hardest thing I've ever done in my life.
exaggeration: zero

Alright current events. It's friday night and per requirement of p.r.'s in about half an hour I'm going to do around 500 pushups. And I'm gonna do it in like an hour. And I'm gonna go harder than cock. Lookout. Then I'm finna party. Until it's not even fun anymore.

Alright history lesson. I got a tight pack of fucking bro's on this here campus. We got tom, alex, and tucker. Those are my go to gents. They all got the same haircut as me, they all get pussy, they all go out with me. Why? Cuz they're my boys. And that's what we do, we look good, we get vag, and we party...

...on weekends. Yeah weekends here are big. Weekdays, not so much. Mondays are the slap in the face that wakes you up from the fantasy of a weekend on college campus. Sitting in the student center in between homework, class, and exams while that rihanna song about how the weekend is the fuck plays in the background... yeah not my shit.

What is my shit though, is how last weekend tom and alex and tucker and I were 2 for 2 with the parties. BOTH nights we walked in on a dudes sitting around, and they threw a party for us. Yeah. Cuz we command shit. All night.

My dorm needs energy drinks. That's how I party. I need energy to party. Btubs my dorm is fresher than laundry. Palm trees and ghandi everywhere. Like it should be. Febreeze, coffee, and fruit rollups are on call. Not to mention my sound system that gives justice to room #808.

Alright I totes wasn't even kidding about my new projected Friday schedule. I'm thinking around 7-8 I'm gonna come back to the dorm. Caffienate the fuck up. Overcaffeinate* and then write in this here blog. Then go out. I need to go to pushups for now. Talk to you next friday.

Until then...