So fucking what?
To be honest, the subject line doesn't even mean anything. It's just some lyrics to a Metallica song entitled "So Fucking What?". Clever, eh? Not really. Just a good song IMO.
In any case, enough babble...this week has been rough. I haven't been getting enough sleep, and thus have missed quite a bit of class. I hope to remedy all of that this weekend by doing some homework and reading up on future topics in class. I probably won't, but it is the thought that counts. It is inevitable that I will abysmally fail Matrix Thoery, but I have accepted it and moved on, which seems to be the theme of my life these days. For once I'm actually bummed that I have an Academic Tournament this weekend (as is Aaron) because there is so much going on tonight and tomorrow. I have the opportunity to party for 48 straight hours with my friends and new faces, and yet I promised to go answer mind-numbing questions 400 fucking miles away. Oh well...live and learn. I still love Academic Team; it's just that this weekend shows promise. This weekend, however, will not be entirely fruitless...Anna Pearce is having a party this weekend at Murray Place and has invited Nate & Co. to come kick up some good times with her and her possy. This, my dear Watson, is elementary...I'm totally there unless I am sick or dying.
Thursday evening was quite entertaining. I ate dinner at August Moon for Emily Surheinrich's b'day bash (sp?) and was totally my old self. I feel like I am regaining my unabashed behavior once more and saying things that shouldn't be said, but make people laugh anyway. It's what I'm good at. Irony, IMO, is the best form of humor. No one expects the Spanish Inquisition, and yet these days I seem to deliver cavalry and bishops and martyrs burning at the stake. Inside, I'm really a nice guy who thinks he has nothing to lose. So when I say things like "All the Jews need to die," it catches people off guard. Facial expressions are PRICELESS. In some ways I'm surprising myself...I'm delightfully jovial and full of life. If I could just direct these feelings into my studies, I'd be the most awesome person in the world. However, I'll settle for just plain fucking cool.
My friends want me to get drunk tomorrow night, and lemme tell ya, it's really tempting. I've been buzzed before, and it felt great. If I could get a "higher" buzz, that would be spectacular. But I don't wanna be SHITFACED. EVER. We shall see how Saturday progresses.
I really need to find a job soon. Like in two weeks or so. And a place to live. I am avidly searching both avenues of growing up, and have found some luck in both. Let us hope that my luck doesn't run out...I want to live in Murray SO BAD this summer. It'll be like my senior summer all over again...fun times, hard work, and I'll be single. These things roughly equate the following: good times, money, and hot girls. I don't think I can complain, can I? Neh, didn't think so. AND I TURN 21!
Music is my girlfriend.
In any case, enough babble...this week has been rough. I haven't been getting enough sleep, and thus have missed quite a bit of class. I hope to remedy all of that this weekend by doing some homework and reading up on future topics in class. I probably won't, but it is the thought that counts. It is inevitable that I will abysmally fail Matrix Thoery, but I have accepted it and moved on, which seems to be the theme of my life these days. For once I'm actually bummed that I have an Academic Tournament this weekend (as is Aaron) because there is so much going on tonight and tomorrow. I have the opportunity to party for 48 straight hours with my friends and new faces, and yet I promised to go answer mind-numbing questions 400 fucking miles away. Oh well...live and learn. I still love Academic Team; it's just that this weekend shows promise. This weekend, however, will not be entirely fruitless...Anna Pearce is having a party this weekend at Murray Place and has invited Nate & Co. to come kick up some good times with her and her possy. This, my dear Watson, is elementary...I'm totally there unless I am sick or dying.
Thursday evening was quite entertaining. I ate dinner at August Moon for Emily Surheinrich's b'day bash (sp?) and was totally my old self. I feel like I am regaining my unabashed behavior once more and saying things that shouldn't be said, but make people laugh anyway. It's what I'm good at. Irony, IMO, is the best form of humor. No one expects the Spanish Inquisition, and yet these days I seem to deliver cavalry and bishops and martyrs burning at the stake. Inside, I'm really a nice guy who thinks he has nothing to lose. So when I say things like "All the Jews need to die," it catches people off guard. Facial expressions are PRICELESS. In some ways I'm surprising myself...I'm delightfully jovial and full of life. If I could just direct these feelings into my studies, I'd be the most awesome person in the world. However, I'll settle for just plain fucking cool.
My friends want me to get drunk tomorrow night, and lemme tell ya, it's really tempting. I've been buzzed before, and it felt great. If I could get a "higher" buzz, that would be spectacular. But I don't wanna be SHITFACED. EVER. We shall see how Saturday progresses.
I really need to find a job soon. Like in two weeks or so. And a place to live. I am avidly searching both avenues of growing up, and have found some luck in both. Let us hope that my luck doesn't run out...I want to live in Murray SO BAD this summer. It'll be like my senior summer all over again...fun times, hard work, and I'll be single. These things roughly equate the following: good times, money, and hot girls. I don't think I can complain, can I? Neh, didn't think so. AND I TURN 21!
Music is my girlfriend.