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So, just to not look a slacker, I think I'm going to write in my journal. Oh crap, here, I will now waste the next twenty minutes of my life writing about the last 2 months of my life. Maybe not two months. I'll make myself look good and say that it's only been, hmmm, a week since my last journal. I feel like I'm in confession. "Forgive me friends, for it has been 3 weeks since my last journal entry..." See, I'm the only Catholic one here, so I'm the only one who can say stuff like that, so don't start. Yeah, so I moved into college. That was fun, I guess. I don't really remember the first few days of it (was I drunk? Was I rioting? Oh yeah, you know me...such a party kind of guy. Not really) It was funny though because on the very first day when I was moving into my dorm, I locked my keys in my car. What a smart college boy I am. So I had to wait like an hour for my brother to wake up, and then come up and unlock the door for me. Oh well.
So I met my roommate. His name is John Stewart Hemingway. Apparently he is Ernest Hemingway's second cousin. That's cool, I guess. You'd think he'd be some nerdy poet guy, but oh no. He's a partyier (how do you spell that? not that it matters because most "partyiers" are too drunk to care how to spell anyways.) Anyways. He joined a fraternity. Yeah, when he was trying to decide which one to join, he didn't know the greek alphabet very well, so he was like "yeah Ted, I'm going to join the one...what's it called...the triangle T triangle. (That would be Delta Tau Delta, fyi.) So yeah, my roommate is never there. In fact. last week, he apparently went home on like thursday (he lives by boulder), but he never bothered to tell me. So I went to bed Thursday night and he wasn't there, so I was like, oh well, he's probably partying. So I woke up Friday morning, and he still wasn't there. So I was like, hmmm, I hope he's not like in a ditch somewhere and I'm the only one who know's he's gone. But, thankfully he had just left me to go home for the weekend. (That thankfully could be taken two ways in that sentence. Read it again and maybe you'll get it.) It's not that i don't like my roommate, its just that we have nothing to say to eachother, so it's just better for me when he's not there, so there's no akward silence or anything. (We are making progress though. A few days ago I think that we did make it up to 4 words that day. We're on a roll.)
So, enough of Stewy, and on to me. I guess my classes are ok. i never thought I'd say it, but I think Lit is my favorite class. Maybe its because my teacher looks like an elf kind of, and he talks like he's from Connecticut...which he is...so that makes sense that he talks like that...it's 1 in the morning. Shut up. Don't laugh at me. So I'm majoring in Computer Science right now, and I must say that it is probably the most boring thing I have ever taken. This makes Mrs. Moore's class look like Elitches or something. I guess it's ok, but I'm definitely not going to major in it. Which leads me to my next problem (By the way, I'm really rambling here, and I'm probably going to continue to for a while longer, so if you don't like it, go shine your shoes or something. That's the point of journals {not shining your shoes...dummy. Writing and rambling} Anyways, you're the poor pathetic loser who is reading my journal, so you can't complain. Just kidding, I love you all. Except for Stephanie...that's a maybe...jk ) Anyways. My bigger problem now is that I have no clue the heck I want to do or major in or do in general. Oh the joy of college. So I don't know what I want to do. I was talking to Ben Schreiner, and he said that I should come down to Florida and work with him at Disney World. He said he could gett me pretty much any job there. I want to be one of those Jungle Cruise Guides. "Good afternoon, this is Ted. Welcome to the Jungle Cruise. I'll be your guide today. If you look to your left, you'll notice a pack of deranged, crazy natives... No wait, that's just some kids from Mrs. Peck's class after being in her class for an hour. And if you look to your right, you can see the remains of John Kerry. Yes, one day he came across the Pit of Doom, and he couldn't decide which way to go around it, so eventually he jsut fell into it...Just kidding to all you John Kerry fans....I still love you. Well, maybe I don't. Ok, I changed my mind. I do love you.
Anyways, back to live action. So this has been a lot longer than the alotted 20 minutes that I said at the beginning. Oh well. It's your fault that you read this entire thing. I guess the moral of this story is that I miss you all, so you should come visit me. I live in Ingersoll Dorm, room 226. That's my birthday, by the way, so it should be pretty easy to remember. Wink wink. Not that I'm trying to get people to remember my birthday, but, you know. Anyways again, for the last time. My cell phone number is 970-690-6278, so you should give me a call and come visit me.
And now I am done. Don't expect another journal entry for like 4 weeks now. Talk to you later.
Ted Mast...second cousin to no one cool.
So I met my roommate. His name is John Stewart Hemingway. Apparently he is Ernest Hemingway's second cousin. That's cool, I guess. You'd think he'd be some nerdy poet guy, but oh no. He's a partyier (how do you spell that? not that it matters because most "partyiers" are too drunk to care how to spell anyways.) Anyways. He joined a fraternity. Yeah, when he was trying to decide which one to join, he didn't know the greek alphabet very well, so he was like "yeah Ted, I'm going to join the one...what's it called...the triangle T triangle. (That would be Delta Tau Delta, fyi.) So yeah, my roommate is never there. In fact. last week, he apparently went home on like thursday (he lives by boulder), but he never bothered to tell me. So I went to bed Thursday night and he wasn't there, so I was like, oh well, he's probably partying. So I woke up Friday morning, and he still wasn't there. So I was like, hmmm, I hope he's not like in a ditch somewhere and I'm the only one who know's he's gone. But, thankfully he had just left me to go home for the weekend. (That thankfully could be taken two ways in that sentence. Read it again and maybe you'll get it.) It's not that i don't like my roommate, its just that we have nothing to say to eachother, so it's just better for me when he's not there, so there's no akward silence or anything. (We are making progress though. A few days ago I think that we did make it up to 4 words that day. We're on a roll.)
So, enough of Stewy, and on to me. I guess my classes are ok. i never thought I'd say it, but I think Lit is my favorite class. Maybe its because my teacher looks like an elf kind of, and he talks like he's from Connecticut...which he is...so that makes sense that he talks like that...it's 1 in the morning. Shut up. Don't laugh at me. So I'm majoring in Computer Science right now, and I must say that it is probably the most boring thing I have ever taken. This makes Mrs. Moore's class look like Elitches or something. I guess it's ok, but I'm definitely not going to major in it. Which leads me to my next problem (By the way, I'm really rambling here, and I'm probably going to continue to for a while longer, so if you don't like it, go shine your shoes or something. That's the point of journals {not shining your shoes...dummy. Writing and rambling} Anyways, you're the poor pathetic loser who is reading my journal, so you can't complain. Just kidding, I love you all. Except for Stephanie...that's a maybe...jk ) Anyways. My bigger problem now is that I have no clue the heck I want to do or major in or do in general. Oh the joy of college. So I don't know what I want to do. I was talking to Ben Schreiner, and he said that I should come down to Florida and work with him at Disney World. He said he could gett me pretty much any job there. I want to be one of those Jungle Cruise Guides. "Good afternoon, this is Ted. Welcome to the Jungle Cruise. I'll be your guide today. If you look to your left, you'll notice a pack of deranged, crazy natives... No wait, that's just some kids from Mrs. Peck's class after being in her class for an hour. And if you look to your right, you can see the remains of John Kerry. Yes, one day he came across the Pit of Doom, and he couldn't decide which way to go around it, so eventually he jsut fell into it...Just kidding to all you John Kerry fans....I still love you. Well, maybe I don't. Ok, I changed my mind. I do love you.
Anyways, back to live action. So this has been a lot longer than the alotted 20 minutes that I said at the beginning. Oh well. It's your fault that you read this entire thing. I guess the moral of this story is that I miss you all, so you should come visit me. I live in Ingersoll Dorm, room 226. That's my birthday, by the way, so it should be pretty easy to remember. Wink wink. Not that I'm trying to get people to remember my birthday, but, you know. Anyways again, for the last time. My cell phone number is 970-690-6278, so you should give me a call and come visit me.
And now I am done. Don't expect another journal entry for like 4 weeks now. Talk to you later.
Ted Mast...second cousin to no one cool.