my dad just gave me my birthday present early because he could not wait.

it’s so great, it’s a toy voice changer thing. you talk into one end, and your voice comes out the other like a megaphone thing, but in the form of a spaceman, alien, or robot voice.

i dont think my father knows it, but he has equipped me with a fabulous prank calling device.

actually, i told him that i’m going to do that with it. he giggled like a school girl.

we just keep saying, “luke, i am your father,” into it.

man, being home is great because it’s so relaxing and i can actually have some time to myself. there’s almost always people in my room at school. usually i dont mind it–i like it, but there’s just those times where i’d like everyone to go away.

i bought a clear retainer thing for my eyebrow yesterday. three dollah.

tonight’s my first night back at work since august, it’s going to be superweird. but i work three days during this vacation, and i think we’re going to arrange it so i can work on some weekends when i come home (after christmas vacation). i hope i work my ass off during the month i have for christmas. hopefully it will go by quickly because i am going to miss everyone at school. it’s already weird knowing that i’m not going to see anyone until sunday.

last night i went to see my friend amanda. we just sat in her room and talked about nothing interesting. i just wanted something to do because i dont like sitting at home doing absolutely nothing when i am here. i love being back in town to see my family but i hate having no other friends to be excited about seeing.

you kids remember “weezah boy”? i saw him walking down the street today. it was just kind of neat. for no reason, really. just that i was driving and then, oh look, there’s weezah boy walking.

manfriend has the phone number to my place of employment for his prank calling needs. it should be funny if he gets bored enough to do it. he likes pranks.

i have a huge headache. i dont like those, especially when i have to go into work soon. tonight better not be stressful.

or i will cry in the corner of the store in the fetal position. twitching.

what a fun weekend.

on friday night i just hung out at a girl’s house with friends. some of my room mate’s friends came up and i made friends with this one girl. we were like, “we’re so going to be best friends next year,” because she’s going to go to school here next year. it may or may not have been the alcohol talking. i know that sounds ignorant, but i am ignorant.

anyway, a guy that i have met once before came up as well. and i found out that he’s room mates with a guy i went to high school with, at another school in another town. but not any guy, but the boy formerly known as pretty boy number 2. how weird is that. it was pretty funny to find that out.

anyway, i ended up throwing up later that night because i’m a wuss but it was quick. manfriend came to the little party too and hugged me and rubbed my back when i was sick. he’s a nice boy to still want to be with me after seeing me puke like 928347 times. or maybe just twice.

we had a fun sleepover in my room both friday and saturday. on friday it was me, my room mate, manfriend, another girl, and another guy. it’s fun having lots of people here over night, and man, our room is the coolest anyway.

last night manfriend had some friends from his hometown visiting and they all slept here as well. it’s fun because, i dont know. i guess i really dont have any exciting stories, just that i’m having fun and lots of people have stayed the night in our very cool room.

on saturday morning i was ill, and while being ill, i had “baby got back” in my head the whole time. i’m pretty sure that that’s the best combination ever.

it’s going to be weird being away from school for a whole week for thanksgiving. but it’s going to be even more weird being at home for an entire month for christmas. i’m going to miss everyone because i dont have fun friendships like i have here at home. but i’ll be working and getting money!

yeah. i’m not so interesting.

the campus looks sad and dead today.

last night (or this morning) around 1:30am manfriend and i were walking through a parking lot, and this guy we know came driving behind us with a few other people. what’s significant about that, is that he had a bong sitting in his lap and it was just funny. because it was a bong, in his lap, in a car, on campus.

the other day while we were eating dinner at the union here, we saw all these little pamphlets on the tables about diabetes. and one side has a list of “famous diabetics” so i added jesus to the list. i put him under the category of “notables.”

i like the way i procrastinate doing everything. and also how i add entries when i have nothing to say.

“you’re not annoying.  you’re emo.”

i found out yesterday that a few weeks ago, i kissed a gay guy and i have absolutely no memory of it.

i dont like that.

but i did have a very nice weekend and i got some pretty wild pictures out of it.

on saturday i called manfriend and left so many prank messages on his voicemail that we filled up his mailbox. i talked in an indian accent and asked for hot wanton sex. over and over.

it’s fun being stupid.

last night manfriend and i decided that we are “boyfriend and girlfriend”. and it was just cute the way we talked about it.

just a few minutes ago one of our plastic containers flew out the window because it’s very windy. so i went outside to look for it and couldn’t find it, but someone had turned it into the front desk. we got it back. it’s the second time something has fallen out the window accidentally. and it’s just funny because we’re on the sixth floor.

i dont know what i’ll be doing this weekend. there’s some shows in lawrence friday and saturday that i might try to go to, if i can recruit someone to drive there with me. i’ll try. because it’s pretty boring here, and i dont know if i’ll be in the mood to go to parties.

i like when i take drinks of things and just end up spilling it on myself. that’s always a good time.

here is a dumb dream i had yesterday:

i dreamt that someone was telling me a story about a retarded guy. and this guy decided that there should be a “run-out day” here because we have a walk-out day.

so he planned to run out of class one day. he did it, and everyone just walked out behind him. so he started walking, since everyone else was. so it was really pointless

what made it even more pointless, was that he thought he started that, but really everyone was just leaving class normally. because by the time he got the nerve to run out of the class, it was time to leave anyway.

yeah, i had a dream that someone was telling me that story.

how awesome is that.

yesterday was my room mate’s birthday and we threw her a little surprise party. it was grand.

also yesterday there was a hypnotist (how is that spelled?) here on campus that we went to see, and it was hilarious. that’s all i have to say about that.

so anyway, we were going to “party” at someone else’s house for my room mate’s birthday but that didn’t work out. and all our other friends were busy with homework or studying and such. so we ended up just going to manfriend’s room, to hang out with him and one of his friends. we went to wal mart and i got one of those i-zone camera things, and it’s fun. we took a picture of his gross room mate. i’ll hang it next to my bed so i can masturbate to it, i said.

so anyway, we also bought some huge red granny underwear and put it in his room mate’s bed. because college students are mature times ten thousand.

and i wrote, “i humped your car” in the frost on someone’s car.

is it just me or do most college students’ maturity rapidly decline over time? seriously, i’m beginning to get alittle concerned about myself.

last night i wasn’t really planning on doing anything. and then i saw a girl that i met at a party on halloween and she asked if i wanted to do something.

so i agreed because i was extremely bored.

we went out and didn’t really have an idea about what we were going to do when she blurts out that she wants to eat a peach or some other healthy fruits. and i’m all, “hey that’s cool, let’s go to hyvee and get some fruit.” because i like fruit too.

she’s so annoying to shop with. crap. she’s just annoying all around after a few hours. we came back to my room after buying fruit (including watermelon!) and popcorn. and then i made my friend crystal come in here with me because i just felt kind of weird with this girl.

and then manfriend called and came over and man, this girl who i will call emily (since that’s her name) and manfriend just did not get along. it was funny though because emily thought manfriend was just the most immature thing ever and would comment on it, even though the rest of us would be laughing histerically at something immature.

i dont know. we just don’t “click” but i think she thinks we do. at one point she was telling this story, and i have no idea what it was about, because she couldn’t stop laughing when she was telling it. and i would laugh really hard too, but not at her, but at manfriend who was behind her. pretending to kick or hit her. we’re quite mature. and we never thought she would leave.

and now i’m afraid she’s going to latch onto me and man, what did i get myself into. she wasn’t so annoying when i was drunk.

she thinks i’m hilarious but she never knows when i am joking. and it’s been awhile since i have had to deal with people taking me so seriously, it’s just like, “….duh.” i really dont know how to explain it. it’s just funny.

in other news though, i think i am completely out of money in my bank account. that’s FUCKING SCARY. i have money in my savings but christ, somehow i spent all my checkings. i need to get home today and hopefully i have enough gas in my car because i have no money except some change to fill up with. i might take like two dollars in quarters just in case i absolutely need gas. objectives: transfer money from savings to checkings, talk to kfc manager about working during thanksgiving and maybe on some weekends.

god, i’m so mad at myself for spending all my money. i need to get a job up here but it’s so hard. and i’m lazy. i don’t know. i don’t have a choice whether or not i want to work, i need to.

this weekend isn’t really off to a good start i suppose.

we are so going to get a polaroid camera, take pictures of each other humping strangers’ cars, and then tape the pictures to the windshields. and write on them, “your car has been humped.”

how incredible is that. how incredible would it be to get a picture of a stranger humping your car?

the answer is SUPER incredible.

i have a picture of one of my friends humping my car. it’d be better though if it were someone i dont know, i bet.