So long, old man.
I must have a bit of rest, you know. So, here's how things are going at the illustrious Keene State College: scholastics are going fairly well, but not nearly as well as they could be. Socially, I'm doing much better. Of course, my success in the latter category is probably a significant contributor to my failing in the former category. Bleh. Alex, Doug ("Doug E. Fresh"), and Joe ("JoeMo") are all good guys, and hanging out with them is an enjoyable experience. Speaking of hanging out with people, Layne and I are speaking to each other again. Well, I should say I'm speaking to her again. And hanging out, and whatnot. She's happier than I've ever seen her, which in turn makes me happy when I hang with her. I do believe the girl is making some headway in her life. So, that's "tight," as the kids say. To the occupants of the Centre St. apartment: how's it going? Are you flowing? If so, I'm glad for you. Hope everything is going well for you guys. Dan and I are still getting along well, which I'm glad for. We had a harrowing brush with Death last night, which I'll relate to you now. As some of you may know, The Danimal and I are on the hunt for some off-campus living quarters next year. Well, this guy contacted Dan concerning a house that's about 10 minutes from campus. In our infinite wisdom, we decided to grab Alex and bring him along on a late-night quest to catch a glimpse of this abode. Turns out this place lies at the end of a poorly maintained dirt road out in the boonies. The results of our heroic quest? Car gets stuck in a 4-ft. snow drift, gas light is on, wind howling in the bitterly cold night air all around us. Somehow, whether through mere providence or the intervention of some benign, cosmic entity, we got the car unstuck and made it back to campus. Once there we celebrated with boxed wine, video games, and the 1960 version of H.G. Well's sci-fi classic The Time Machine, starring Rod Taylor, Alan Young, and the lovely and talented Yvette Mimieux.
What else?
Oh, yeah. I'm feeling the desire to take some powerful psychadelics. It's been a while, and I think a little trip would be very fun right about now. Let me ask this question: is taking drugs an (un)ethical practice? I'd have to go ahead and say no to that. Granted, I am a drug user myself (Ha! Marijuana's not a drug) so perhaps my opinion is slightly skewed, but I swear I can back it up with logic! Of a sort... I mean, I suppose I just fail to see how introducing a foreign chemical into one's body could be considered immoral. "But what if some guy takes a bunch of bad PCP and slices off his face with a straight-razor and feeds it to his dogs?" Look at it this way: sure, the guy loses his face. But his dogs get fed. And think of all that work he's just created for the plastic surgery community! w00t! You win the game, Mr. PCP-addled No Face! I dunno, I just start thinking about this junk sometimes. How some people drink, but frown upon smoking. How some absolutely refuse to use any chemicals, even nicotine or caffeine. Or, at the opposite end of the spectrum, how some individuals have taken everything from acid to Zoloft and everything in between. How some are able to take a colorful variety of drugs fairly regularly and still maintain a healthy and overall positive social/academic lifestyle. On the flip side, there's those who become alcoholics or burn-outs or what have you. Interesting stuff, really. FUCKIN' AN ANIMAL! ANIMAL FUCKER ON THE LOOSE!
What else?
Oh, yeah. I'm feeling the desire to take some powerful psychadelics. It's been a while, and I think a little trip would be very fun right about now. Let me ask this question: is taking drugs an (un)ethical practice? I'd have to go ahead and say no to that. Granted, I am a drug user myself (Ha! Marijuana's not a drug) so perhaps my opinion is slightly skewed, but I swear I can back it up with logic! Of a sort... I mean, I suppose I just fail to see how introducing a foreign chemical into one's body could be considered immoral. "But what if some guy takes a bunch of bad PCP and slices off his face with a straight-razor and feeds it to his dogs?" Look at it this way: sure, the guy loses his face. But his dogs get fed. And think of all that work he's just created for the plastic surgery community! w00t! You win the game, Mr. PCP-addled No Face! I dunno, I just start thinking about this junk sometimes. How some people drink, but frown upon smoking. How some absolutely refuse to use any chemicals, even nicotine or caffeine. Or, at the opposite end of the spectrum, how some individuals have taken everything from acid to Zoloft and everything in between. How some are able to take a colorful variety of drugs fairly regularly and still maintain a healthy and overall positive social/academic lifestyle. On the flip side, there's those who become alcoholics or burn-outs or what have you. Interesting stuff, really. FUCKIN' AN ANIMAL! ANIMAL FUCKER ON THE LOOSE!