Sorry

I just got the internet so I have not been doing anything.....Well me phone was broke for like 2 week I got a new one so be ready for drunk phone calls they are going to be coming.....School is going to good so far beer class and girls......reg and i applied for this job stuffing envelopes for some company in Chicago could you get paid 800 bucks a week so we will see what happens....Ok well I need to do something to day so lets have a beer

Yeah I know that, but no one else does.

I do!

Dude I post like every day.

I remember when I dime bag use to cost a dime

Nobody is writing on here anymore. How lame is that?

Come and knock on our door....

Check it out, this is what my roommate wrote about me and Erin (the girl roomies) for the Verge tomorrow. It already went to print, but it's not online yet and I'm impatient.

"Come and knock on our door"
(published 9/2/05 "The Daily Eastern News- Verge")

By David Thill
Student Government Editor

Sometimes I feel like John Ritter. No, no, not dead. I feel like him in the aspect that I am trying to grapple with the fact that I live with two girls. And it is strange, to be sure.

I grew up in a house with three generations of women, my mother, sister and niece. That being said, living with women is not completely unfamiliar to me. However, living with two girls in their early 20’s is like being spun around in circles and made to walk a line: confusing, disorienting and even a bit nauseating.

I would like to think of myself as a fairly enlightened individual, but nothing on this Earth can prepare a young man for the first time he walks into the bathroom to take a nice, innocent shower and finds panties on the floor, hair in the drain and, Lord help me, female hygienic devices waiting for him next to the toilet.

And I can only dread what it will be like once the two of them begin to menstruate in unison. I can see it now—I will walk through the door and a sudden shiver runs up my spine. Then I realize that I left the toilet seat up and prepare for the scolding that will ensue. And might I add, if you fail to do the dishes and you live with two women, they will let you hear about it at great length every time they get the chance.

But it isn’t all bad. It’s merely a learning experience. Being a young man living with young women is just a bit of sexual culture shock. You can’t get away with the same jokes as you can with a male roommate, expelling gas for entertainment purposes loses a bit in translation to women and walking around in your boxers is a bit unnerving at first.

It could always be much worse. I could be in their shoes having to put up with me.

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(Three's Company, too.)

DIANE

DUDE. YOU SHOULD a-go to Fright Fest with us this year whenever that happens. AND b- come visit for homecoming!! don't you miss college? tons of frat/DEN parties to go to!

I'm not very exciting today. I bitched about gas prices for the paper tomorrow. Read it.

Those are some great New York boobs

Ok well I feel a little bit better about things today. I know I'm making the best possible decision for myself right now. Mike and I are going to stay together then hopefully once he graduates in December he might be moving up to be with me. We only talked about it a little bit. You guys are probably like omg thats crazy but y'all don't understand. I love him sooo much. I've never felt this way about anyone. I'll put it like this, y'all know how when I get into a relationship I'm like "No kids. No marriage. No nothing," I don't feel that way with him. I can actually see myself having a future with all the stuff in it. We are really good together. I can trust him to go out without me. We actually spend time apart instead of being attached to the hip. If we get into an arguement and get mad at each other we just look at each other and make one another smile. Whatever we were mad about doesn't matter. I don't think there is anyone more perfect for me. Well thats it. I was going to try to come home in a week or two but can't b/c Angie and Chris are going home at the end of sept so I have to watch the dogs. So I'll be returning to A-town the first or second week of October. Just in time for Halloween!

Mama I'm coming home...

Diane, I am so sorry to hear things aren't the best for you right now. Think about it this way. You don't have to be in Alton for the rest of your life. You can go home and save up some cash to get out. You're only 21. And you'll be great in whatever you end up doing.

What I DON'T wanna be is like April and Matt... because it's taking them forever to get used to living in crazy places all types of alone and wishing they were back in college. Come the end of the fall semester, I'm making JR help me get a job opportunity near home. So I can live there and make some money then move away.

The Verge #2 is in progress.

I'm coming home this weekend! I don't know when other than that I will get a chance to. It's going to be a busy year. I think I'll come home once more this semester for Fright Fest, and other than that- for the rest of the year- I'm only coming home for holidays.
I love Eastern and I'll miss it when it's gone. And so I'm making the best of it now.

MUY IMPORTANTE:
My roommate wrote a column about living with chicks- and it's HILARIOUS. ON FRIDAY--- check www.thedailyeasternnews.com (link on the side of this blog page) for

HE SAID/SHE SAID
by David Thill and Megan Jurinek

Megan wrote the same column only about living with guys. It is kinda sweet- but Thill's was funny. K gtg!

This is the song that doesn't end

Well last night I had a horrible night. Angie and Chris sat me down and wanted to know my plans and goals. They didn't come right out and say they wanted me to move out but thats basically what I took it as. So I started trying to figured out what I wanted to do the most. #1-Travel around the world, but since I'm not rich as hell and can just do stuff like that #2-Go back to school. I thought about going back to school here but I didn't get my stuff in on time. So I was working at an apt this past few months but still don't have enough money for that. So I figured in my best interest and even though its not exactly what I want to do, b/c I can't stay for Mike/friends (even though I love him dearly and is the best person I have). IT LOOKS LIKE I'LL BE MOVING HOME. I don't know if I really want that since everytime I say it, it makes me ball, but there is nothing else I can do. I can't stay here and afford an apt/car and go to school. At least if I go home I can save up my money and have all those things. It just sucks b/c I'll be losing one of the most important things in my life to get all this. And althought its not worth it. Its in my best interest. Another thing that I'm not too thrilled about...everytime something goes wrong I pack up and move away. I don't want that to happen for the rest of my life. I'm also afraid of staying in Alton for the rest of my life. I mean I love it to death but thats not where I want to be or raise a family if that should ever happen. Well I guess thats it. If I end up moving home and it basically a 95% chance I am it will be in about 2 weeks.

Milk was a bad choice....

STILL sitting in the newsroom. I'm waiting for my roommate's ass to get done night chiefing (sending pages to press) so I don't have to walk home alone.

Sometimes wierd things happen in the newsroom.
Renick was just talking about getting a hair trim. That's not the wierd part, the wierd part is why.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi's hair isn't this long."
(What he's going to be for Halloween.)
Awesome. (:))

SO- coming home this weekend I think. I can't imagine there's a whole lot going on, and I don't know when the next time I'm going to get to go home is going to be.
BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY

Anyway- I need to at least enter these short things every so often but I am a slacker. Tonight I came into the newsroom and wrote probably the gayest 1 scene from the gayest play I'm sure anyone has EVER WRITTEN. AND I made a list of random PR blogs I didn't even glance at.

The Verge is going to be totally busy for BO'Malley next week. I want to make sure that he has everything easy, because otherwise it might suck (FOR HIM). And tomorrow I have shittons of things to do... UGH. I gotta do homework, write a story about food allergies, eat Thomas dining and critique it, make it to class and go to sorority recruitment practice at 5, then come back to the newsroom for some sweet Verge designing.

GTG

I f***ing rock my own socks off.

I'm not actually that in love with myself.

Verge is smack dab on the middle of the "Best of Week" board this week. You all should be proud. Also, I'm somewhat kinda dating someone. The reason I say this is we are taking it slow. But he's pretty much the sexiest and nicest person ever. Whatever happens,

WISH ME LUCK!

Kbye.