too much writing.

it's midterm time. and i've been writing a fuckload. hence lack of blog entry, at least lack of blog entry with words.

well, i guess me writing a fuckload doesn't really have much of anything to do with midterms. actually i've been writing a story... it's kind of lame and out there, but recall i want to apply for creative writing, so i wrote something new. i'm gonna hand it in with another story, and hopefully they'll read both. at which point i think i would probably get in. (maybe?)

in any case, last night was a binge-drinking and drug-consuming frenzy, and i'm obviously blown out of my mind in this picture. mit postformal party last night, take note of what the fuck i am wearing. this is what happens when you smoke a joint like this and then purchase the night's clothes from value village. all in all, a good night. please note those of you who don't know me, that i am not intending to post this in a lame, "i've got a girl on my arm" kind of way, but entirely in a "look what a fucked-up idiot ali was last night!" kind of way.

informal poll: the girl in this picture thinks that she looks more retarded than i do. by relying on such exhaustive methods of inquiry as looking at it, i'm pretty sure that she looks great, whilst i look like something is being forcibly inserted into my anus. any thoughts, o ye hypothetical audience?