I've got an Ahab

Well, I've been done with my sophomore year for just under a week and I thought I would give my general thoughts on everything.

Overall, (with the exception of Anatomy (fuck anatomy)) I felt like the year in the academic sense was a success. I learned quite a bit and for the most part it was because I genuinely wanted to learn what was being taught in my classes so in that sense I can say I had a pretty good group of professors. One down note to mention -- I still haven't the slightest clue on grammar.

On the social aspect of this past year, I really think I hit my stride. I didn't dig my freshman year a whole lot and I had a tough time to be honest, but whatever it was I managed to find my place at Concordia and had a good time. I made quite a few friends, and they were good friendships, not the kind where I know a person simply as "bro" or "dude" or "motha' fucka'" and help them cheat on math tests. It's been a good year.

Anyways, I'm back home now and tying to find some work for myself, but I haven't had any luck yet. That said, I've been rocking the shit out of Diablo II and I've made a huge mistake. I thought it would be a relatively short game (or at most 25 hours), but shit, dude it's really long and really fun. Today, I tried to break the monotony of Diablo and catching up on season 8 of Scrubs by taking a bit of a fun run and for not being physically active in god knows how long it went well. I knew that This American Life episodes are just under an hour long so I managed to have a nice little jog and listen to a whole episode.

Things I'm excited for this summer...
- Terminator Salvation (even though it's directed by McG and PG-13)
- Star Trek (why not?)
- The Field's new album "Yesterday & Today"
- fires on the beach

Walls

I've been sitting on this video for about a week now and just remembered about it because I'm listening to the Walls EP from The Red Paintings. Enjoy above or under the influence.

Nietzche says "God is dead." Is he?

So I guess I am supposed to write about booze, right? Or at least music, maybe?

Fuck that!

Now I know that this is "The Stiche Corner," but c'mon, there is more to Stich's life than drinking and music. How about the never-ending supply of "hey look at me, I'm stoned!" moments or the deal-breaker, "ten dollars and a quickie?" It seems that we have only scratched the surface of this omnipotent being. God exists in the fact that he walks the earth in the form of a blonde haired, blue-eyed aryan with a doughy physique and a vast knowledge of chemistry and women's studies.

This almighty being that is Stiche, commands us to put our fair share of money in his collection plate and asks for complete devotion, usually in the forms of bj's and suicide bombings. Yes, we are all asked to do it. All in the name of Stiche.

So when you go to church on Sunday, forget about the "man that nobody knows," and start stealing for the man everyone knows. C'mon people, his streak can't continue with out you.

Oh, and beware of the man that lives in Room 169... his corruption invades your mind and makes you have a severe egotism, only rivaled by his indelible hunger.