Really?

Sarah Palin ...

Really? I was expecting something totally different, but... wow.

All I can say is wow... I don't know anymore. but, really?


Really?

The Bottle

I finished my first day of classes today and I've gotta say, they weren't as bad as they could have been.

None of my teachers seem to be on any major power trips and I don't have any death grudges with of the students which surprisingly is a real plus.

The first day of class usually happens the same way.
- I show up to class a little bit early and awkwardly look around for a decent spot to sit where I have the best chance of sitting near/on some hotties.
- After realizing I'm just a little bit too early, I just sit my ass down somewhere and pray to baby Jesus for some decent people to be in the class with me.
- Everyone shows up and I realize that I am not all that near/on any hotties. damn
- Teacher will introduce themselves and hand out syllabus.
- Depending on the age/cannabis use of the teacher they'll attempt some sort of joke that usually falls on it's face, but sometime actually allicts a chuckle or two... I'm waiting for the ladder to happen.
- Depending on the class size the teacher will have an ice breaker where everyone will say their name and mention something interesting about themselves.

Today while in the "icebreaker" phase of the first day of class, most of the normal interesting facts about people showed up like clockwork... "I like to Travel", "I'm a black belt in Karate", "I come from a town of 200". Anyways in my Religion class it gets to this one girl, he name slips my mind right now, and she gave one of the more solid answers I've heard in a while. Her response to what made her different and interesting was (yeah I wrote this down so I can use quotes), "Well, there isn't a whole lot that that's interesting about me other than I often like to drink Red Bull and kick it to VH1".

There was period of about four seconds where nobody made a sound because they were probably all contemplating what was just said. Then there was a chuckle or two and I think I heard a "WTF" from my left.

I guess the only other monumental thing that happened today was when I showed up to my Microbiology class which has about 50 or 60 people, I was one of two (2) guys. F yeah. F yeah...

Sunday Sun

Well shit, I'm all moved in and classes start tomorrow bright and early at 8:00 in the morning. I feel pretty good about my chances this year for a number of reasons, but the fact that I've got 8am classes only twice a week is going to help me get my ass out of bed.

I feel confident that by the end of this weekend I'll have some quality caption contest pictures up because, well, call it a hunch.

In other news, word of me going A.W.O.L. has spread and there is actually a decent amount of interest and I'm quite sure I'm going to get to that again sometime very soon only in a collegiate setting.

Oh yeah, fuck ragweed. Right now I'm tasting every other meal which is good I guess compared to last year of not tasting anything for 3 days.

Wish me luck

Tonight is the last night that I will be living in Brainerd (Crosby if you want to be a d bag about it) for some time. I'll be moving back to Moorhead tomorrow and begin classes again at Concordia College this coming Thursday.

When I try to sum up the summer and try to compare it to past summers/ what I thought summer was supposed to be, and I think I've got it figured out. In short it's been a sweet ass summer.

But, now that summer is done I'm looking forward to this next school year and I've got a good feeling about it. I'm not sure why, but this is the first time I can ever remember feeling stellar about school.

You Were An Experiment

Suck it Bitches, Check what I did on Friday night.




As a side note, it works like a charm although I had a hangover that lasted all of Saturday.

Plus, Dry ice costs about a buck fifty a pound and is ridiculously fun to play with.

Holy Hot Damn!

Well, at some point between Friday in the wee hours of the morning and The late hours of Sunday night the streak will break into uncharted territory... 3 digits.

Wish me luck.

Where We're Going We Don't Need Punctuation

In this past year I've tried my best to start becoming a "reader" or if you want to be a dick about it a "literate person". I found some success in reading, but the one book that I enjoyed the most was Cormac McCarthy's The Road. The book is bleak as hell, depressing, heartwarming, and most importantly it managed to match the tone of Thom Yorke's solo album that I had picked up a few days earlier, Eraser.

Anyways, I've been reading up on possible film developments of McCarthy books and about six months ago I found out that The Road was being made into a film and I was excited. Well, today I saw a photo and I thought I would share it with everyone who doesn't scower the internet like I do when I'm bored.



F Yeah, Viggo is a bad ass.