school.
So my first week of school wasn't half bad. And I imagine part of that was due to the fact that I managed to miss both my classes on Friday and thus had a FOUR day weekend, instead of the standard issue three. As it turns out I absolutely cannot wake up for early classes. I heard the alarm. It woke me up. But when I tried to roll out of bed I was glued there by some incomprehensibly powerful force.
Something mortals can only dream of.
Anyway, after that I was pretty determined to get to my next class... but I got lost en-route and missed that one entirely as well. BUT I GET TO TRY AGAIN TODAY. So all is well.
As for the weekend: I spent most of it drinking beers on my porch, some of it playing around on my computer, and about 15 minutes of it getting into a fight. That's right, I have partaken in my first drunken brew-ha-ha. And I wasn't even drunk. I had gone upstairs at 1ish in the morning to sleep, but I woke up around 3 or so and couldn't get back to sleep and decided to go downstairs. Upon arriving on the porch I saw a housemate and two friends (all shirtless) making their way up the street and decided I should follow them to see what all the fuss was about. Clever, I know. When we arrived up the street my housemate and his company proceeded to wade into a sea of maybe 10 or so of our unhappy neighbors and start throwing punches. That's when instinct took over and I followed suit.
Instinct is overrated.
Amazing as it may sound, the ne'er-do-wells that accosted... that we accosted, actually fled. And I managed to make it out with only a bruise to my ribs, and my pride (because I punched a kid and I'm pretty sure he didn't feel it).
All in all I'm actually pretty happy with my weekend, even the brawl (it wasn't really a brawl). Because honestly, the 24-inch pythons haven't had a chance to come out in a long time.
Whatchya gonna do, brotha?
Something mortals can only dream of.
Anyway, after that I was pretty determined to get to my next class... but I got lost en-route and missed that one entirely as well. BUT I GET TO TRY AGAIN TODAY. So all is well.
As for the weekend: I spent most of it drinking beers on my porch, some of it playing around on my computer, and about 15 minutes of it getting into a fight. That's right, I have partaken in my first drunken brew-ha-ha. And I wasn't even drunk. I had gone upstairs at 1ish in the morning to sleep, but I woke up around 3 or so and couldn't get back to sleep and decided to go downstairs. Upon arriving on the porch I saw a housemate and two friends (all shirtless) making their way up the street and decided I should follow them to see what all the fuss was about. Clever, I know. When we arrived up the street my housemate and his company proceeded to wade into a sea of maybe 10 or so of our unhappy neighbors and start throwing punches. That's when instinct took over and I followed suit.
Instinct is overrated.
Amazing as it may sound, the ne'er-do-wells that accosted... that we accosted, actually fled. And I managed to make it out with only a bruise to my ribs, and my pride (because I punched a kid and I'm pretty sure he didn't feel it).
All in all I'm actually pretty happy with my weekend, even the brawl (it wasn't really a brawl). Because honestly, the 24-inch pythons haven't had a chance to come out in a long time.
Whatchya gonna do, brotha?