On second thought...

I think I want to go back to World of Hunter again.

You see, I tried to start a World of Jrlz at WordPress, but it set it up at Jrlz's blog, which is uncool, and then it started being a bitch to me. Well, I'm back to World of Hunter, which is where I belong. Yay!

I do want to start blogging again. I don't know why I stopped. I think the world can be burdened by my thoughts, like how I'm never going clubbing with Michelle Wolf ever again.

"Listen, as soon as we enter, we split, because I don't want you cockblocking me".

Translation:

"You're ugly and fat, and I would look uncool with somebody ugly and fat."

But I did go to Fred's. Alone, for no reason other than I'm a dumbass. There was this girl in my Modern Philosophy class there. The exchange went something like this:

Blonde Philosophy Slut: Hey, I know you. (laughs) I'm drunk.
Me: Wanna get drunker, babe? (trans: I'll buy you a drink, but not an expensive one)
BPS: haha no (trans: fuck off, I need to slut on somebody else)

I know, I know. I'm so smooth. I think the only girl I really talked to was this middle eastern chick who was actually 25. At least, she was the only person who saw me as a guy and not somebody in their way. Maybe I arrived too early. Maybe I arrived too late. I went alone, and sadly, I left alone too.

I'm starting to think that food migrates towards me. Yesterday, I ordered a double cheeseburger combo from McDonald's. They threw in a free double quarter pounder because they had made an extra one.

Maybe it's always been that way. Maybe I've always received slightly bigger portions by accident. Maybe the food I had was just a little more fattening than others. Maybe the world just wants me to be fat. I don't know, but it's fun to say it isn't my fault.

I have German homework to do. Exams are in one week. I'm the kind of guy that thrives under pressure, but right now, there really isn't any pressure, and I can't get anything done.

Maybe blogging will help.