Welcome Back Bitches.

Hey pOtterbein!

I'm back, don't worry. I didn't leave you to succumb to the pressures of the Otterbein administration without a voice.

My Spring Break was spent working, drinking entirely too much during the day, and being the Nancy Botwin of the cocaine world here at Otterbein. It really was a nice break. The last couple days were spent shadowing at possible internship for the summer.

Enough of my boring ass life, let's get to it. Today's blog will be discussing a lot of the talk going on about this blog.

First off, as to be expected, I'd like to address the article in the T & C. I loved it. While she missed the point of this blog for the most part, I'd like to thank them for the plug. While yes, I probably share too much, but it's part of my experience here. As for my reputation? I really could care less what you all think, especially the bitches that sit around shit talking my blog on Sunday, and for those of you, on Monday nights. Y'all should probably smoke more weed than you already do, and stop being treacherous hoes.

Honestly, I'm different than who you think I am. I laugh at people who say I need to respect myself, or that I'm a hot mess. While yes, I probably could be considered a hot mess, I also am a part of the counterculture. Like I've said many many many times, that consists of those who can rage, while also being successful. I start a full time internship for ten weeks starting Monday. Maybe I'll be hungover when I go in Friday mornings, but at least I will still be there, doing what I love. I'm sorry if you can't do the same, that's just a shame. Jealous of the many others who do just the same. Those who go to rehearsal or practice stoned, class hungover. They get decent grades, fulfill their responsibilities. I'm not the only one out there, so go ahead and shit talk. You'd probably a offend a friend or two of yours, so get the fuck off you're high horse.

While my version of community service may happen to be "dictated by Westerville Mayor's court" - Ke$ha, I do have ambitions for myself, and support the dreams of my friends, and it's a shame you spend so much time focusing on hating on me or my blog, when you really should be out in this world, taking advantage of every opportunity to be alive. Listen, you don't have to read this blog, so fuck yourself and move on to something else, like practicing for a recital.

My next group to focus on is the OPD. I had a lovely conversation with you today. It was hard not to laugh at some of your questions about my blog. A major concern was that I might actually hurt Kathy Krendlkins. Don't worry, I'm not a malicious person, just an orphan of the American dream, bitter and jaded and needing someone to take my issues out on, with a bottle of liquor in tow.

I personally think people need to calm down. Krendlkins, smoke a bowl, or have a beer, or something. OPD, stop thinking you're our pseudo-parents. Otterbein needs to remember we pay them, $30 k or so a year. So let us make mistakes, ruffle some community feathers, and be the youth we should be. And for my fellow students who are disgusted by my actions, stop spending time in your dorm studying and masturbating to images of Justin Bieber and Megan Fox.Go out, get wasted, and get laid. At least try it once, before you decide to pray for my soul, or judge others.

Honestly, Bob Marley got it right. Even you OCF fuckers can agree,

"Give thanks and praise to the Lord...and I will feel alright. Let's get together and feel alright." with a joint in hand.









xoxo TO