|I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline!
||[Feb. 27th, 2007|11:06 am]
College life can't seem to make up its mind when it comes to sucking or being rad. First quarter: lame. Beginning of second quarter: rad. Now: lame. This place is full of tools and I'm totally sick of being here, I mean, if it weren't for my math professor I probably would've dropped out already! Just kidding, but seriously, I'm sure I haven't emphasized this enough: my math professor rules harder than everyone combined.
Recent occurences: My roomate and his buddies (creeps) had a bong session on my bed when I wasn't there and ended up spilling bongwater on my sheets. This finally pushed me to establish a formal rule with the J lai, "no bong sessions on my bed." Is that unreasonable? Also, since my roomate's parents have refused to pay for his college education, all of the FAFSA stuff gets mailed directly to him, and just when I thought that he couldn't top his precedented levels of stupidity, he bought LOTS OF WEED and an AIRSOFT SNIPER RIFLE with FEDERAL LOAN MONEY. One time, as he sat on his bed drinking a cooled bottled water he had just pulled out of the fridge, he asked me, "How do you think they make water this cold? I mean, does it come out of the spring this cold?"
Oh man, I want it to be summer so bad.