It's pretty damn late, so this will be brief...

SHE FUCKING HATES ME

Renee's mom hates me. Okay, maybe she doesn't hate me, but she certainly doesn't like me. And it really wouldn't bother me, except that I don't understand why.

I'm a pretty nice guy. I think we can all agree on this. I don't use curse words all that often. I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs. I've never hit a girl, at least I don't think I have. I'm in college, and I have life goals. Sure, they might not be well planned out, or for that matter even attainable, but they're still there. I treat Renee pretty well. I shower her with affection and tell her how wonderful she is and all that cutsy wootsy little stuff. And this may just be my personal opinion, but I think any mom would be happy to have me date their daughter.

So where did I go wrong? Where did I walk off the "ideal boyfriend for my daughter" path. I honestly don't know, but I hope I find my way back.


HAIR TODAY, GONE TOMORROW

I think I'm going bald. Not at a rapid pace or anything, but I think I'm definately losing hair, and I have no idea what to do about it. It's not like you can just go to a doctor and be like "hey, my hair is falling out...fix me" Cause that's not what doctors do. They pull the screwdriver out of the kid's ass after he and his friends misjudge the velocity and direction of their screwdriver cannon contraption thing and one poor kid gets it in the ass...I think I just took that one too far.

I really don't want to become one of those guys that grows their hair out really long on one side so they can comb it over giving them the appearance of having a full head of hair. It never works and on top of that it's not exactly the coolest look in the world.

I tried to tell my parents about it, but all they said was "don't worry...you have lots of hair" What the shit is that? Sure I have lots of hair now...but if it keeps falling out I'm sure as shit not going to.

The bottom line is that things are falling off of me that shouldn't be, and that scares me.


ALAS POOR YORICK. I KNEW HIM HORATIO

People say that I'm overly dramatic, and I have no argument against that. Most of the time it really doesn't bother me. In fact I kind of like it. Sort of like when people are watching a NASCAR race and there's a crash. It serves as a nice break from watching the cars go round and round and round. Yeah...just like that.

But sometimes it seems to get in the way. I seem to have this inability to deal with things in the way that a, let's say, normal well adjusted young adult male should deal with them. For instance, my girlfriend's mom doesn't like me...so I build a fort. That kind of thing.

I don't feel like I need to apologize for my strange and illogical behavior, since apologizing is something people do when they've done something wrong. But at the same time I realize it's not entirely healthy. So I'll simply say that I'll try to work on...you know...acting my age.

But in all fairness, my fort was pretty kick ass.