(Relunctantly) Back from the grave

So this is the first post in a long time. I bet you're wondering, " Where the hell has John gone for all these weeks?", but that's some mighty wishful thinking. You know; thinking that other people are thinking about me... think, think, think, think, derp. Whatever. I'm gonna do a little recap on the goings-on in my life since the last post.

Smoked gratuitous amounts of weed.
Played Modern Warfare 2. A whole lot.
Wished for death.
Took finals.
Failed finals.
Wished for death.

Hmm... That doesn't seem like enough to justify these incredibly slow posts, but you're a bitch so I don't care. You know who you are!

You know when you hit a slump, and nothing feels right anymore? Where everything that you usually enjoy doing just doesn't give you that same satifying feeling as it used to? Yeah, I'm in one of those. I think doctors call that clinical depression. I call it "fuck my life".

At least I have something to look forward to. Classes have concluded for the semester, my finals are done and I have a month of rest and relaxation to look forward to with my friends and family. Hopefully there's a good amount of drinking in the cards for this vacation because the gods know damn well that I could use it. Do you know what's it like being me? It's an incredibly dull life I live. I sit in front of my computer and TV screen for well over 8 hours a day. For the past 5 minutes I thought I was looking through the eyes of my Call of Duty character as he was dying. And writing in his blog, apparently. Holy shit! Good thing I'm giving this damn game away... to my suitemate. So essentially I'll still have the game no matter what I do. When I go home, my brother has it. Here in Albany, there are gonna be 2 copies of that shit at all times. FUCK! There's no escaping this shit. But I guess it's my fault that I'm so miserable since I'm not what one would describe as a "social butterfly" and other reasons I dare not mention.

Then there's those finals that I did poorly on (also my fault). That just sucks, much like my GPA.

Also, my posse lives in the city. This is not to say that my friends in Albany (all 3 of them) aren't cool. But still, mah niggas in the city is where it be at, whatever that means (I know what it means).

So yeah... that's that. I am so bored.