Alone Again

Enrique Houdini has vanished to a party, leaving a mess all over the room. Isn't that Great? Might as well blog about it. That's what this thing is for, right? Complaining and letting crap off my chest? Look... Carlos is a good guy, and we've been friends for a little while now. But I really and truly wish I was rooming with someone who was less... uh... extravagant. Do I smell rabbit shit? Probably. Lets hope it's in the cage this time. There are also cards everywhere, and many of them do not even belong to the same deck, or series. Does he expect to do card tricks with Magic and Yugioh cards? Maybe, but that doesn't explain the fact there are hundreds of the damn things laying everywhere.

Future-Me, I don't know if you remember what this dorm room looks like, but you will probably recall that it isn't that big, and it is longer than it is wide. Which means the mess tends to get concentrated in the area near the beds. Including mine, which I sleep in. I do not appreciate rabbit fur and rabbit shit in my bed, and I think most people would share the sentiment.

Well whatever.

I suppose cleaning is a decent excuse to not bother with that irritating party, filled with irritating people. A couple of Timberwolves too, by the look of things. I prefer to avoid that crowd. Anyway, Future-Me, I'm starting to realize how ridiculous this Future-Me stuff is, so... If Despinos isn't watching, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, and won't keep wasting me time with something I will never go back and read.  

I Guess there is a Second Post

You know, I was kind of hoping both me and Doctor Despinos would forget about this whole blog thing. But we aren't that lucky are we, future me? Because, really, I am hoping only future me will ever find this stupid thing. Or maybe I should write like I have some kind of invisible audience? Maybe that will make it more tolerable? Or maybe it will completely defeat the purpose of this thing. I dunno, I'm not the therapist here. Page views show that no one but me has been looking, so thats good. I figured Doctor Despinos might try and see for himself, but I guess not.

You know what I hate? I hate Rabbits. I really, really hate rabbits. They shit everywhere! So naturally, I would have room with the guy with a pet rabbit. Future-Me, you remember Carlos right? I hope to God you don't. That might mean we remained friends in the far future, and that can't be good for my reputation. Unless he dropped the magician act? That could make him more tolerable. Then, again, I suppose the only thing he might drop the magic hobby for is being a non-ironic clown, which I don't think are currently a thing anymore. At least, I hope not. Creepy guys. You never know if any of them could be a past, present or future Gacy.

OK so I guess the magic thing isn't that bad. At least it makes kids laugh and smile instead of crapping their pants in sheer terror. Uh... What else... Classes were boring and uneventful. Criminal Justice looks to be going about as well as we had hoped, but you would know better Future-Me.

Oh and that's nice. Timberwolves outside doing stupid shit. Meaning that idiot fraternity, not actual wolves, Future-Me, in case you forgot. I can't actually remember what their name really is. Don't really care to, either. Like most fraternities, they are just a bunch of loud, drunk, morons. Kind of reminds me of Mom, now that I think about it.  

Introduction

This is really a waste of energy. Hello world, and weirdo internet creepers. My name is Jeremy, professional student. And what the hell do I write now? Jeez. This really isn't my idea of a good use of time or energy, but Doctor Despinos thinks it'll be good for me or something. Sure it will. At least he means well, but this therapy crap is going nowhere. I mean, I know after whats happened, I probably need it, but... I really don't want to talk about it. Not to him, not an empty blog and not to anyone else. I've said all that needs to be said. It's done.

But I guess, if we're paying for this, I might as well torture myself a bit. Get our money's worth. So I'll do this blogging thing when he tells me to, or if for some reason I actually do end up liking it. Gotta keep an open mind, right? Like, maybe future me will come back and read this to say "hey, this is where I turned everything around, made something of myself and achieved all my dreams." Stranger things had to have happened, right?