Chocolate Cake makes a double appearance

first when I eat it...then when I puke it...

So I had some chocolate cake last night...it was from Kelsey's mom. It was really good. I ate three pieces...all at once. Then I got real sick. And we won't talk about that.

Let's see. I stayed up till 3:40 doing my bulletin board and rounds/duty logging...dropped the pager off at 8am and went back to bed till 11. Got up and finished my book review for 490...then came to work.

I've been thinking about some things lately. I don't know what they are, they just keep popping in my head. Like where am I going to be in 30 years? I don't even know if I see myself living that long...I mean I can't really fathom being that old at this point in life. Is that weird? Yeah a little. I think some people weren't meant to get old. I don't think I'm one of them, I just don't see myself in 30 years. People that die young...it's tragic...but in a way glorious isn't it? I mean they don't tarnish. They're always in their prime. Is it better to go out in a blaze of glory or just fade away? I mean James Dean...beefed it in his sportscar---but he's a legend either way. What if he had gotten old like Brando...granted Brando is a legend too...but probably only because he could keep acting. If he had died young what would he be now? Regardless, I am just a flash in the pan.

The Exponent owes me money. I want it. Where's my check. 200 dollars please! FREAKING PAY UP OR I'M GONNA SHAKE YOU DOWN.

I'm gonna shake them down and share my chocolate cake with them...vomit in their face. You hear Joe Terrell? VOMIT on you.

Today I looked at Emily Pearl before her RA interview and said "They're going to grill you." I said it in a cold and callous manner. I hope it made her nervous.