my motivation seems to be running away from me. I think its what happens when you all of a sudden stop working perpetually. So class ended friday for the quarter and my one and only final is Thursday. That’s a lot of down time between. I would’ve have even needed to taken that if I had sucked it up on the take home test, ah well what can you do. I’m definitely leaving for Canada in 4 days. Hopefully it will be one of my most fun experiences I’ve ever had. Going to the clubs/bars with my frat brothers. Living like real college students as opposed to the fakeness of college that is here. Rose isn’t college its a masochist’s paradise, so freedom away from here with my friends will be awesome.
This past weekend was unbelievably awesome. We played Edward forty hands, which basically means you duck tape to forties to your and don’t take them off till your done. Although I prolly had one of the worst times, I definitely finished in a reasonable amount. Of course with all that liquid it takes quite a while for it to take effect, but when it did… The last thing I remember was bar tending in the studio, and I remember how cool it was because people kept asking me to make white russians. The next thing I remember was waking up at like 4:30 a.m. with two strange girls sleeping on top of me. I was like oh man what the hell did I do last night, but eventually I realized it was just two of my friends and I stopped freaking out. We all just sort of fell asleep on the couch somehow. So it was a coo, definitely a great night.