Home for the Holidays

Well, its that time again, its Christmahaniquanzika!!! Thats right boys and girls, its time for long drives to the places of your youth, to be with your family and friends of old. For the first hour or so of being home, your happy, or at least content. You were able to get away from the hustle and bustle of college life. You can relax. But after about an hour and a couple of minutes, you start getting bored. So you go and hang with some of your high school friends, but after the first five minutes of talking about things you don't give a rats ass about, you start to wonder why you were ever friends with them in the first place. They never did mature, and all they want to do is hang out with high school chicks. That was fine when you were freshmen, but now its just sad. Grow up and find someone who is actually older than your little sister. Pervert.

So for all of you who have actually made it home, congratulations. I, for one, am still at my apartment waiting for the roads to thaw so I can actually drive home and not die a horrible fiery death on the side of the road after some dumbass who was going to fast sideswiped my truck and sent me into a spin, directly into the path of an 18-wheeler, who tried to stop but didn't have enough room. The firefighters tried to save me, but the fiery explosion killed us all. So now I'm dead. Sucks too, cause I had lots of plans, and now I can't do them on account that I'm dead and all. This really sucks!! I wanted to go skydiving and now I never can! Being dead blows man, really blows!! Oh wait, I'm not dead am I? Shit, I was scared there for a minute.

Well, someone is trying to make me feel bad, so I must go. Adios folks.