Mister Scrooby says, "GO GREEKZ!"
There's something to be said for not having to live at home anymore. There are certain voices I'll be glad not to have to hear day in and day out. My dorm room isn't what I'd call comfortable, and I have yet to meet whoever the administration has decided to saddle me with. I'll tell you this much: as soon as me and the boyz get together, I'm petitioning for Fraternity pledging, ASAP.
I'm in the co-ed dorm, third floor, for those of you that know me and want to find me; or don't know me and want to find me anyway. At least I didn't have to wrestle anyone for parking. I've already talked to the editor of the newspaper org, and I guess I'm going to go figure out if there's some sort of boxing club or something.
For some reason, it's hard to be excited this time around: maybe I'm just depressed. ... naaah. Far more likely that I need to get laid. It's been a while (a week is a while, yes?).
Anybody know where I can get some decent grub? Trudie? Shelley? Bueller?
I'm in the co-ed dorm, third floor, for those of you that know me and want to find me; or don't know me and want to find me anyway. At least I didn't have to wrestle anyone for parking. I've already talked to the editor of the newspaper org, and I guess I'm going to go figure out if there's some sort of boxing club or something.
For some reason, it's hard to be excited this time around: maybe I'm just depressed. ... naaah. Far more likely that I need to get laid. It's been a while (a week is a while, yes?).
Anybody know where I can get some decent grub? Trudie? Shelley? Bueller?