"And that's why we'll eat hobos..."

"Fuck bitches, get money."

That has been declared my motto for my third year of college. And yet, the beginning of this year at Winthrop is, eerily, similar to that of the first few weeks of the sophomore campaign. I manage to keep my mind off the bad things only every now and then, and get into stuff half the time, but remain bored for the other half. I have made sure of not taking any bullshit as of this moment, so that's a good thing. I tend to wish things were different, however...that I was comfortable with the way life really is...that I didn't have monetary issues here and/or back home.

WOOF is getting off to an awesome start. I have big plans...a ton of them. With this being the last year I get to work with Shaylin, Joe, Scott, and whomever else in their final year, I want it to be the best year possible. I've begun making plans to bring contradancing to Winthrop. (If you don't know what the hell I'm taking about, and you're bothering to read any of this, just ask me.) It'll be glorious.

Music, music, music. I'm working the hardest I ever have to put songs together. I certainly hope I can restore Free Moon into a truly working unit with Haleigh, my sister Michelle, and hopefully Stephanie. I'm recruiting other friends as well.

I need more friends. I continue to realize that I don't have enough persons to hang with. Either I'm not cool enough, or I just haven't found the right ones. I went to salsa night this evening...well, last night now...and the one new friend that I had hoped would attend did not, and none of my closer friends did, really. I definitely had a good time, though, despite the lack of friends...and certainly can dance better than all my guys friends but Billy, but I'm learning. I do a mean merengue.

That's all, folks.