I'm changing my pen name fyi, now its the same on LJ and on fanfiction, which narrows down the cunfusion a bit.

Fyi, why is it that people refuse to tell you when your stories r bad? isn't that was this site if 4? to improve writing and explress yourself? come on! enough with the sugar coating! write what you were really thinking so that that writer knows exactly what you didn't like. readers r not there to lie and tell them their writeing's good when its not. ok? HONESTLY PLEASE!

Another Brick in the wall will be updated daily for at least the next week. hopefully. if its not don't get mad, i have finals still.

Is Ballroom Blitz by Sweet not the awesomest song ever?!

You know your not in college anymore when:

-- You no longer know what time fast food drive-thru windows close.

-- Your potted plants stay alive.

-- You pay at least a dollar more than the minimum payment on your credit card bill.

-- Your friends' hook-ups and break-ups are now marriages and divorces.

-- You attend parties that the police don't raid.

-- You're not expected to leave the room when the adults are talking.

-- You refer to college students as "those kids."

-- You drink wine, scotch and martinis instead of just beer, beer and beer.

-- You feed your dog Science Diet instead of leftover pizza.

-- At 6 a.m., you're putting your contact lens in instead of taking them out.

-- Naps are no longer weekday options.

-- Dating involves dinner and a movie, not keggers and Ecstasy.

-- Grocery lists contain more than toilet paper and potato chips.

-- You leave parties because you have a busy day tomorrow, not because the EMS guy has strapped you down.

Been there, done that.

Two ladies, a Yankee and a Southern Belle, are sitting next to each other on a plane. The Southern Belle turns to the Yankee and asks, "So, where y'all from?"

The Yankee replies, "I am from a place where we do not end our sentences with a preposition."

Without missing a beat, the Southern Belle bats her lashes and asks, "So, where y'all from, bitch?"

"Hard alcohol is the only thing you put in your body that actually comes with a story. It's like, 'You want some tequila?' 'No, dude, the last time I had that...' It doesn't happen with anything else. 'Do you want some jelly beans?' 'No. The last time I had jelly beans, I ended up with my pants around my ankles, face down in the mall. Seriously, dude, I can't even smell the black ones. Just get them out of here.'"

The Spike Frensten Show is really funny. Has anyone accually watched comedy for stoners high?