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woke up 30 mins before the exam. took some addy and got up to go. i had 60 pages of other peoples notes in my arsenal and i was ready to fire. this was it, the class i never went to the midterm i prepared for the night before. i walked in to class late. always late. collected my test and squeezed next to shawn who texted me to come to class. shawn is a good friend of mine. he seemed stressed out, i hope he did well on his econ test. the midterm was relitively easy. open notes rock! i simply copied my notes on the history of britan and france’s political devolpment. i took the entire peroid and finished, walked over to the frat house and chilled with some brothers. gave out two interviews, the guys seemed really cool. justin loaned me uncharted 2 for my ps3. this was awesome because i dont have any games. i will take care of his shit and return it asap. i also got to chill with andy who turns out to be a really cool guy and a great listener. i missed dayglow, the huge rave/paint party but i enjoyed playing uncharted, its a really interesting game and i defentally think it should be turned into a movie. 
im gonna go to sleep now. its 530 am

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awake until 6am, sleeping through all my classes wakeing up at 4pm. fuck i need to get my shit together. its not even like im doing anything super crazy or extremely fun most of the time. alot of the time i watch my favorite tv shows online. well my nights usually start the same way. alex calls for dinner. we will go try a restaurant in Georgetown, have a nice meal with drinks. and then get a little stupid. for example last night we went to the 35cent wing place. alex, shawn, jonny and me walk in. i order 40 wings but andrew yells out 75! so we ordered 75 of them. tooo many wings. i order 2 beers and we get some rolls. we eat about 10-15 wings each and there is still a full plate left over. shawn looks at the waiter (who already told us that we could NOT get a doggy bag) and comments on the fact that other people in the restaurant received doggy bags but not us, the waiter gets angry and says that shawn doesn’t have to be an asshole about it. this freaked out alex who started arguing with the waiter until he told us to get the fuck out and not come back. we bounce i grab two glasses (side note: when i go to any bars or restaurant i must take a glass, this is because i think that their glasses are the BEST for beer and because i have no glasses, also i feel that the memory of the bar will be remembered when i drink out of the glass) shawn grabs all the mints he can as well as the dinner rolls in an attempt to be a rebel, we walk to the door but it was locked and then shawn knocked over the umbrellas which now prevented us from opening the other door. so the situation is now that the three of us are trapped in a small room with a angry bartender upstairs. this scares me as i hastily try to un-prop the door when jonny comes down stairs. after a few unsuccessful attempts we finally get it open and exit the restaurant from upstairs. vowing to never come back to this place again i wipe a single tear, 35 cent wings was fucking tasty.
but our not doesn’t end there. we then come back to my room where alex begins to promise “add err allz” for studying so me and shawn go over to his room, shawn rails his pill while i “rub the powder against my gums” (not really, i just put the pill in my pocket for later use) then alex encourages us to take shots. his aged whiskey was one of a kind. greatest shot ever, as they reel from the oaky wood state i savor it. i feel as if im developing more and more of an addiction to alcohol. but thats a problem for the future me to deal with. we pretend to study for 10-15 minutes as i surf Facebook drinking a blue moon and chatting with random people. i enjoy random chats. its easy light and keeps me connected with my causal friends who may one day become close friends. so we really want to smoke some ganja. this was necessary, so we decide to go to the Frat house, who’s basement had many uses and blazing was one of them. as we walk to the house i see some brothers delivering flowers, Ryan is spiting game as usual, i always doubt his skills, i think he comes on too strong and i see girls get turned off by this. but he clams to get a massive amount of female attention so who am i to judge. but we pick up two pledges, really cool guys one is my little little tyrone and the other is a great kid dainel. they already had a black and mild blunt rolled up and i would roll the second. we enjoy the circle and talk about stupid stuff before we decide that its time to get a DUI, so i rent a Zip Car at 12:30 and we joy ride. it felt great but shawn kept screaming at people on the street, kind of an asshole move but he is going to some stuff right now so i decide to let it slide even though i kinda bitched at him about it. then we got home, walked to the frat again cuz we forgot a backpack and then went back to new hall. this is when i started doing nothing all night. unable to sleep.


why am i cursed with a different sleep cycle then everybody else…….
i just want to be normal.scratch that, i dont want to be normal, i want to be important.

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This is the first post I have titled insomnia but I assure you that it is not the last. sleeping is not a simple task that I can complete. let me rephrase that, sleeping in my bed is hard to do. don’t get me wrong, I mean no insult to my bed, which is in fact awesome, it is two beds both mine and my roommates duck-taped together (found duck-tape at my fraternity house) to create a mega bed suited for my mega room. however bragging about my amazing bed in my even better room isn’t why I’m posting tonight. tonight’s topic is centered around my lack of sleep. I will sleep like a baby in any other place in the world at the drop of the hat, from the guest rooms in a friends house to a sofa in the basement to the hard dry dirt floor of a farm. but there simply is something about knowing that it is MY room which prevents me from sleeping. I regularly go to bed around 7 or 8 in the morning on school nights which is why I do not allow any of my classes to be before 2:20pm for fear of me sleeping through the class. I guess its the simple fact that I know I’m not bothering anybody if I want to stay up and surf the web, watch a movie, or enjoy a cigarette. this makes the night too much fun to leave for the dream world. even though I have magnificent dreams which always feel too much like reality. i am going to foolishly attempt to sleep but in the back of my mind I

know that there is a site online which is playing the new episode of the jersey shore commercial free and I want to see what shenanigans Snooki and the other Italians get into :P. I guess I will see if I can make the right choice.

thank you for listening to my nonsense, im sorry that there was absolutely no point to this post. and that the entire information could be summarized into one sentence. 

I have a hard time sleeping.

Bottle Caps

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Good Evening, I always have a weird feeling of nostalgia when finals are over. part of me feels accomplished in a job well done, part of me simply goes over every mistake I made and how i could’ve done it differently but most of me just remembers all the good times and bad times and is simply surprised that its over. the highlights of this semester include a blackout trip to New York City, a intense night at the hospital with my friend overdosed on “legal herbs”, and some crazy family drama with many physical fights

I’m going to describe these stories in detail but im currently watching netflix with my mother and contemplating smoking weed at my fraternity house with a friend, I question the morality of ditching my mom to go get stoned but it would be far from the worst thing that i have ever done

P.S. If you find any cool photos of bottlecaps please post them for me! I would love to see an interesting pic.

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Welcome to my page, Broken Bottlecaps. this is just another blog on tumblr by somebody who’s life shouldn’t be documented in such detail but it is. My life is moderately interesting, somewhat depressing, but mostly it is a never ending quest to experience something new, something different something to make today unique from the millions of yesterdays. I dont really know what else to say, welcome to my blog. you probably shouldn’t read it, it will be a waste of your time, I am not really writing this for you, but simply for the future me, however I see no reason to exclude you and therefore you are more than welcome to spectate :-)