Good morning world, and all who inhabit it. After the gayest night of my life (sharing a box of wine with the guys upstairs), I awoke at the crack of noon today to come to the conclusion that attending my chemistry lecture was just not worth it. Nobody really learns much from a man reading his power point slides word-for-word, so I will just read the chapter for myself and finish up some exercise problems...eventually.
That is not the point of this story, however. The point is that this may, in fact, be a perfect day (hence the Lou Reed lyrics). Although reaping what I sow doesn't pertain to the craziest weekend ever, a perfect day does describe what is in store for the entire weekend. The week has consisted of reading Utopia for my philosophy course and running around campus to finalize my major change as well as acquiring information to apply for a budget increase for the Macbook that I now have to purchase. It is time to cut loose, and what better way to do so than to exhaust our white wine and rum supply in the rooms that my comrades have left behind?
I am going to take a vacation this weekend. By vacation, I mean that I am going to pack a duffle bag and move up to the third floor with the only two friends left up there, as three-quarters of them have gone home for the weekend. Not only is my hair absolutely perfect today, but with their permission and last requests, I will f*** s*** up (I promised to keep this post PG; I found out that my girlfriend's mom reads these). So we have three dorm rooms available to us and endless possibilities.
On a different note, I am typing this away in my laboratory while listening to Kings of Leon (the old stuff, not the new, gay stuff). Waking up at the crack of noon was not a good idea, because my boss apologized in an email for being "sabotaged" today. She told me that she had a bunch of work for me to do today, but I think "sabotaged" means that she is currently stuck in a meeting. So, after feeding some mice, I'll probably leave here pretty soon and watch some Repo Men. Unfortunately, I feel the rambling coming on; I truly hope that this will be the last post of this sort.
Really, I just want to let you know that my good friend told me about the sweetest band ever yesterday. Transplants features Travis Barker of blink-182 and Tim Armstrong of Rancid, two of my favorite bands. Now don't assume I'm a d***** for never hearing of this band before; I have better things to do than follow music trends. The main reason I was so excited upon finding out about this band was that I recognize the sweetest song ever, as will anyone who reads this, and was completely unaware of the coincidence of it all for nine years. Not only does it make me want to wash my hair, but this song makes me want to get into my punk roots and get some more music. I'm going over to my friend's dorm later to take it off of her computer. That's pretty much all I have to say at the moment. I will definitely have something to write about when the weekend's over.
I did buy a mini composition book yesterday, and I plan on being much more aware of my surroundings in order to perfect my writing technique (which I haven't found yet). So I'll carry that with me every day and take some notes so that I can find some things that will entertain, educate, and offend you very soon. After this post, I'll include the "point" in the title, and have a good story for you to read about. Maybe I'll get into some gonzo journalism or something just for the occasion. Hope you look forward to it as much as I do.
Have a good weekend.
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