Summer School

So after 3 days of actual classes, I have come to the conclusion that summer school is absolutely the worst thing ever. Its even worse that breathing in that smelly guys skin flakes from 3 cubicles down (but at least hes not in any of my classes). There's hardly anyone here, its hot, classes are long, and since I have already taken them before, they are really pretty boring. And if you know anything about the math classes here, you know that they are really really hard. But since you probably don't know anything about the math classes here, let me tell you, they are really, really hard. They make quantum physics seem easy, and I should know, I saw the cover of the quantum physics book, and I could read the title.

After two weeks of living in my new apartment, I still do not have internet or cable. Which makes life really boring. But I've been watching a lot of movies, so that helps pass the time. And I've been drinking, which also helps. Last night we played poker and drank. And by play I mean we played until we were too drunk to really care who won (I won by the way, no matter what Theresea says).

Anyone need a desk? We have this desk sitting in our living room taking up space and we are too lazy to take it out to the dumpster. So if you want it give me $50 and I will allow you to come pick it up. This is a limited time opportunity. If you procrastinate, some one else might jump at the chance to lose $50 and then you would feel pretty stupid, wouldn't you? But don't be too hard on yourself. Heck, you can give me $5o if it will make you feel better. That's the kind of guy I am, willing to take money from people just to make them feel better. Ah damn...

Why do they call boxers boxers? I mean, its not like boxers wear them when they fight. It would make more sense to call them under shorts, or brief shorts or something like that. I have no clue why that came to me. I need help (be quiet Mary).

I had a really good thought earlier, but now I can't remember it. Oh well. Better luck next time. This keyboard sucks. You would think the school would be able to afford keyboards that were worth a damn. I mean, they are building a brand new $30 million University Center. Surely they could spend a couple thousand on new keyboards for the library. They've even got money to build a chapel on campus (while every organization that is worth anything already has a place to worship) It's good to know that the school has their priorities in order.

Someone recently, like yesterday, told me that everyone should write a list of 100 random things about themselves to let people get to know them. Well, I'm too lazy to do that, but if anyone wants to do it for me, then go for it. Otherwise its not a bad idea. You really can learn things about your friends if they do that. It also gives you something to talk to them about.*

Bob: So Shirley, i read that list you wrote of 100 random things about yourself. I never knew you were arrested. What was it for anyway?
Shirley: Oh, I stabbed a guy in Reno when I was working there as a hooker.
Bob: ...You...you stabbed someone?
Shirley: Yeah, he didn't want to pay me.
Bob: Don't you think that was a little harsh?
Shirley: Are you sticking up for him?!
Bob: No, thats not...hey, theres no need for a knife! Get away from me!
Shirley: F#$# you! All you guys are the same. Die you son of a bitch!
Bob: Ahhhhhh!!!! (dies)

The moral of the story is I hate it when there are morals to stories. Why can't there just be a story with out bringing morals into it. All that does is make people think about what they have done, and then theres a chance that they will feel bad. So thanks, you just made someone feel bad. I hope your happy. Asshole.

* If you do decide to bring up something from someones past and you think they might be a littlt touchy about it, then don't piss them off. Bad things can happen. Just ask Bob. But he might not answer you. So just take my word on it.