Happy Passover! I’m not a full blooded Jew, but I am Jew’ISH. This year just like every other year I will be eating bread that rises, because I don’t feel like having an eternal battle of irregularity in my gastro intestinal tract.
I played ultimate Frisbee barefoot in the mud last week. I got disgustingly dirty. It was sweet. Grad School is tough. I got a big project due, that I find myself procrastinating on at every turn. Work is ruff. I got scheduled for four weeks of work, but they forgot I was going on a week vacation in the middle of it. Oy. So four weeks of work, for three weeks of attendance.
Next week is spring break. Despite what everyone says… yes, you can go on spring break even if you aren’t in college anymore. Taking a random week off to indulge in your livers destruction and to work on a pathetic tan should be encouraged in our society, not shunned as a sign of immaturity. Yes, I know, taking that lovely drive through South Dakota to see Mount Rushmore is a much more respectable trip, but when people commit a vacation to such an endeavor I’m sorry its just Lame. It is, don’t deny it. I’m a firm believer that a trip isn’t worth going on unless you do something you regret, something that is probably illegal, something you and your buddies will sit around and laugh about five years from now, and finally, something that involves public urination. I already feel bad for my potential children, who will have to watch for the cops while daddy is peeing on the municipal building after streaking through the streets of some resort town.
-Halfcent out