I'm not creative enough to title posts

Kind of bored tonight, I did laundry and I'm dreading classes tomorrow. I may run over to the BBC and see if my friends are there, but I'll likely stay in my room and do some HW.

Gotta love drunkass friends however: the highlights of my weekend was when David tried to vault over the couch and failed, and when he ran around last night in just a thong (No shoes and there's snow all over the ground).

No original poetry to post, but I encourage you all to read Gwendolyn Brookes' poem "We Real Cool." I'm working on some new stuff, just inspired snatches of verse here and there.