Summer Resolutions/To Do

Summer Resolutions/To Do List (exp. Jan 2009)
Paul S Skinner

Daily
- Study/Do homework to do well on final
- Spend the day with a girl at least once every week
- Find something special to do every new day
- Get more contacts/phone numbers
- Socialize outside of friend circle
- Talk to Cheesecake
- Keep room clean
- Apply rash ointment
- Take Chris's place while he is gone

Goals
- Get a girlfriend
- Become best friends/boyfriend-girlfriend with Cheesecake
- Have at least thirty girls' phone numbers/screen names
- Have at least fifty girls' phone numbers/screen names
- Have posted one-hundred blogs
- Get rid of rash

Tasks
- Register for classes
- Make appointment for MAPT
- Find out when Cheesecake is in Hawaii
- Pay off parking tickets
- File extension for traffic violation
- Sign up for traffic school
- Get Wells Fargo account number and check balance
- Fix car
- Plan out/pay for Yosemite trip
- Get a techno party together (patio theme, yeah, maybe?)
- Hang out with Shane
- Buy Mixcraft
- Finish SMG OST
- Complete my first recorded CD
- Organize vinals
- Pay dad month of June
- Pay dad month of July
- Pay dad month of August

Drunk Love

When love is confusing, it's kind of like getting drunk.  Yeah, drinking is fun, when you are drunk, you feel like you have the whole world, you feel like the best, everything feels amazing, kind of like love.  But when you have too much to drink, it's an overwhelming feeling of nausia, confusion, dizziness, and everything seems to be out of control!  Now that you're too drunk, and you seem incomplete, and you're taking a piss every fifteen minutes, you have some more to drink because the previous drinks, all the way down to the very first drink, seem to have left you, the ones you've been pissin' off, and because they have left you, you need something else, and more of it to satisfy your satisfaction, your love.  Very soon you're tripping balls, and all you ever wish for is the way it felt during the very first drink, one love, one brew (or liquor.)  You throw up, and all of that time you put into all of those other drinks, wasted, out in the gutter, and as you look at your wasted night, your wasted love, you have a heavy hang over, and you are very lonely,  you regret everything, and all you ever wanted was to go back, go back in time, and feel like the way you felt with your first drink.  What's the worst part, tripping balls, or the cold and lonely hangover.  My love, I could handle being drunk, I have the guts, but this hangover is killing me.  I love you, and if I can't stay with you, I'm just going to get drunk off my ass next weekend.  Please stay with me.  Will you be my one drink for the night?