In my continuing quest for knowledge and life experiences, I have racked up on stories, advice, and general life lessons. Probably one of the most important lessons I have learned this semester is: ‘Don’t judge a book by its over.’

That’s a simple lessons, something you are taught in school. But when your teacher sits you down and tells you to stop making fun of the smelly kid and to not “Judge a book by its cover,’ they don’t tell you that the same rule applies to pretty, charismatic people. Sometimes, those are the most dangerous types. They say all the right words and make you seem like the king of the world, but those words are empty and are nothing but broken promises. In the end, you have to sift through the entire BS to find the truth.

Tonight there was a little get together at a friend’s house. Many gays came over, and of course, like I have learned this year, there was drama. You add in food and alcohol with the gays and explosive things tend to happen. This was sub par. Nothing too major. With two new introductions into the equation of people that I’ve never met, it was interesting to talk with them. Found out a little stuff that normally wouldn’t have crossed my eyes, but I have, and it’s interesting to know.

Life otherwise is busy as usual. The radio station, classes, Clear Channel. I’ve got to do everything in between. So I’m out. A little tipsy ( a lot) and ready to conk out.

I have no clue what is going on. I’m tired.

Goodnight.

Good day!