Clubbed to death...
I’m currently at the St. Norbert College computer lab in the Cofrin Hall, or something like that. I’m actually typing this up in Microsoft Word, and then copy-and-pasting this into my LiveJournal. I know, badass.
Not much to report on the camp so far, I’ve been really schwagged out so far, I haven’t said much during my class this morning, and it was five hours long. I only said, “Yeah”, “Excuse me”, and I think that’s about it. Like I said, I haven’t been talking much.
My roommates are quite different. They all come from different parts of Wisconsin, and they’re quite the bunch.
Rob comes from Madison; he’s a sharp dresser with and even sharper tongue. Don’t try and get in an argument with him over something he strongly believes in, you won’t come out the victor.
John is your typical nice guy. He’ll go out of his way just to say hey, and he’s never down. At an astounding weight of 210 lbs, he comes from a high school with only 30 other students in his class. His whole grade level class, that is. He has a bit of a sailor’s mouth, but then again, so do I. He’s taking the Advanced Biology course here, and he’s pumped for dissecting the 50 lb. pig at the end of the course. No, you didn’t read anything wrong. It’s a huge fucker.
Sam is something else. He’s a bit eccentric, but an easygoing guy. He plays a plethora of instruments, and is always willing to let someone have a go on them. I’m glad that’s so, because I, being the dumbass that I am, left my guitar at home.
There are other dudes here who are tight, and some babes as well. More on that at a later date.
Not much to report on the camp so far, I’ve been really schwagged out so far, I haven’t said much during my class this morning, and it was five hours long. I only said, “Yeah”, “Excuse me”, and I think that’s about it. Like I said, I haven’t been talking much.
My roommates are quite different. They all come from different parts of Wisconsin, and they’re quite the bunch.
Rob comes from Madison; he’s a sharp dresser with and even sharper tongue. Don’t try and get in an argument with him over something he strongly believes in, you won’t come out the victor.
John is your typical nice guy. He’ll go out of his way just to say hey, and he’s never down. At an astounding weight of 210 lbs, he comes from a high school with only 30 other students in his class. His whole grade level class, that is. He has a bit of a sailor’s mouth, but then again, so do I. He’s taking the Advanced Biology course here, and he’s pumped for dissecting the 50 lb. pig at the end of the course. No, you didn’t read anything wrong. It’s a huge fucker.
Sam is something else. He’s a bit eccentric, but an easygoing guy. He plays a plethora of instruments, and is always willing to let someone have a go on them. I’m glad that’s so, because I, being the dumbass that I am, left my guitar at home.
There are other dudes here who are tight, and some babes as well. More on that at a later date.