The Pre-Med Kid and The "Suddenly Un-Holy" Nostril

Greetings from San Francisco, smarty-pants Pocket Protector-type people!

I have a rather dire confession to make.  It's really serious, and I hope you all won't judge me for it...

...sometimes I'm kind of an idiot.  There.  I said it.  I'm so sorry if now you shall doubt everything I say.  I really try to keep those neurons firing in the order I want them in, but sometimes there's just too much cross-talk, and I end up doing stupid shit like the tale this blog will elaborate on.  So let's talk about my nose piercing, shall we?

You see that little silver fucker on my nostril?  Look at him all smug in my cartilage.  Little douchebag...

Sanity Check: Individuality Fails

Hello fellow Pocket-Protector-type people!

Sorry for the hiatus.  I had to work yesterday after a date out with the boy (ooer), so I was kind of busy.  Nevertheless, dear readers, we have some shit to address.

As the year wears on, one starts recognizing people on the journey to and from classes.  They are nameless souls most of the time, and you know them mostly by what they wear or how their hair is or how far apart their eyes are or whatever.  So my question to you is this...how do you want people to hold you in their memory?  This brings us to this week's subject: How NOT to assert your individuality.