My LONGEST BREAK...EVER!
EVER!
Yeah, so, looks like I missed most of May. Sweet alliteration, Jason. Thanks.
Anyway, I'm back home, which is pretty cool in that I don't have classes or anything anymore, and I can make movies and shit again; but it's also not at all cool in that I don't live in a frat house where I can do whatever I want at all times and there's always a limitless supply of free(ish) alcohol. On the plus side I didn't have to move my shit out.
So, the semester's done. I don't have my gaydes (hahaha) yet, except for Java, which was my first (and last) C, as well as my first (and last) Engineering class. Fuck Java. Fuck Gries.
I'm gonna repeat that last part:
Fuck Gries.
Okay, so, other than that, the semester was pretty cool. I loved Beowulf and the Tolkien seminar, more or less decided that Anglo-Saxon studies would be the easiest/funnest way to support myself, created my own language, and I even met/fucked with Mike Huckabee, the Worst American!
Next to Gries, I mean.
Fuck Gries.
I don't have a job for the summer yet, the job market being super lame. I could've worked at that camp again but with gas prices the way they are now, and the fact that they never increase my pay, it's really not worth the commute. Crazy old Sanjay said he might be able to hook something up with Art of Living, which'd be hilarious, but...yeah...not looking too likely that they'll pay.
I like money...
...but I hate Gries.
Fuck Gries.
Yeah, so, looks like I missed most of May. Sweet alliteration, Jason. Thanks.
Anyway, I'm back home, which is pretty cool in that I don't have classes or anything anymore, and I can make movies and shit again; but it's also not at all cool in that I don't live in a frat house where I can do whatever I want at all times and there's always a limitless supply of free(ish) alcohol. On the plus side I didn't have to move my shit out.
So, the semester's done. I don't have my gaydes (hahaha) yet, except for Java, which was my first (and last) C, as well as my first (and last) Engineering class. Fuck Java. Fuck Gries.
I'm gonna repeat that last part:
Fuck Gries.
Okay, so, other than that, the semester was pretty cool. I loved Beowulf and the Tolkien seminar, more or less decided that Anglo-Saxon studies would be the easiest/funnest way to support myself, created my own language, and I even met/fucked with Mike Huckabee, the Worst American!
Next to Gries, I mean.
Fuck Gries.
I don't have a job for the summer yet, the job market being super lame. I could've worked at that camp again but with gas prices the way they are now, and the fact that they never increase my pay, it's really not worth the commute. Crazy old Sanjay said he might be able to hook something up with Art of Living, which'd be hilarious, but...yeah...not looking too likely that they'll pay.
I like money...
...but I hate Gries.
Fuck Gries.