ceiling fan goodness
My last college final is in an hour, and I am updating rather than study. Last night when I should have been studying with Bret, we instead threw shit into the ceiling fan for an hour with Andrew. Although this sounds extremely adolescent, and I am not going to argue that it isnt, it was probably the most fun I have had in some time. If ever you want a good time, throw about 300 greek flashcards into a fan going at high speeds. that, along with the playing cards, all the change we could find and basically any and everything on the coffee table other than the hookah eventually made its way up there. The mess was so bad that I lost my greek book, but oh well, I have an A in the class, and I am not going to beat myself up studying all night for an exam that doesnt matter. If I get an A, I have a job. If I get an F, I have a job. Finals is much more fun this way. Ok, I need to do a little bit of studying, take this exam, make my poster for the poster session on Monday, and then get ready for the masculinities party tonight, my inagural party at the condo!