Armageddon - Just A Change In The Weather

Two days off from classes, snowed in at North Woods.

Two and a half feet of fucking snow.
The Northeast is crazy.

Yeah... Me.

Tourguiding, here I come.

I hate Peyton Manning.

New Cloud Cult Album = Happy Patrick

PS The Academy is broken.

I got a haircut.
Pictures will be forthcoming.

StumbleUpon + del.icio.us = my demise

I love the internet.

I have very little internet here.
And how do I solve it? By making a new myspace.

I'm addicted to social networking.

PS, I need an iPhone.

I just deleted 5 gigabytes of Bob Dylan...
And I still have 1.6 left.

I am thankful for you.

Success!
Soon, with Speaker Pelosi at the chair, all our liberal ideals will come to fruition.
Unprotected sodomy for everyone!
With kittens!
And veterans!

Huzzah!



I think this picture sums up the night.

Haha! Daddy isn't a Senator, anymore!
And your name still has to do with fecal matter!

This is for Green Fields kids only...
Is that Steven?!

If one does as God does, does one become as God is?

I hate to have to do this, but all of my entries are now going to be protected.
If you want to view my journal from now on, and aren't my friend, just leave a comment here, and I'll most likely add you.

I want a shirt that says "Government?"on it.
That's all.
Just that.
Or maybe... "Government? Please."
I'm not sure what it means.

So...
College.
I'm flunking out, getting kicked out, or leaving in disgrace.
This is my plan.
Most people plan to get out with a 4.0, or whatever you normal people plan.
I plan on finishing a book by the end of the semester, and fuck my grades.
If you tell me something I don't know, I'll write it down.
If you tell me something I know, I won't write it down.
If you tell me something I don't care about, I won't listen.
Greek Politics are cool.
If I didn't have to learn dead languages, I might have considered majoring in Classics.

I wore a suit to a town hall meeting, and asked a question in which I quoted Madison.

I'm such a shithead college student.

Skidmore registers to vote 96% Democrat.

There are five shot glasses sitting in front of me, each completely different from the next.
One has 1,2,3,4,5,6 funny-hatted Queen's guards standing atop LONDON, written in block blue letters.
Another has teaspoons measured out.
Another says Skidmore.
The fourth is dark, transparent blue, with a pre-9/11 New York skyline on it.
The last is a happy Ben & Jerry's cow.

We certainly brought the new month in, didn't we?

My Government Prof is retarded.
Don't contradict me when I'm right, asshole.
Answer a question when Jared asks it, moron.
Don't say I'm incorrect when I'm completely correct.
Learn how to infer from primary documents, instead of quoting from secondarys.

Jackass, I could teach your class, and I'd do a better job of it.

I have to teach you what the Instrumental View of the State is?
Please.

"Hey," we said, "let's go to Montreal."
"There's five of us, that's perfect."
We'll take my car.
"We'll take my car!"
I don't know Montreal.
"I don't know Montreal."
That's fine, Emmeline can drive.
"That's fine, I'll drive.  I know Montreal."
Slogan's going to be in Vermont, though.
"I'm going to be in Vermont, though."
"That's fine, we'll pick you up on the way there."
Fuck yes.

Fuck no:
Ahhh, Slogan, your house is beautiful.
Ahhh, Emmeline, you can drive just fine.
Ahhh, whatever the fuck blew up my tire, I hate you.
Five miles from the border.
Fuck you, AAA guy who didn't come for two hours, and then took us to a "24/7 service center" that couldn't even put my donut on until today.

Thank you:
Slogan's friends who provided us a floor and blankets.
Emmeline, for getting my car from Vermont.

My muse died.

College is:
Singing Wonderwall with friends while driving to get breakfast at 6 pm.
Getting drunk.
Flirting with your HC (oh God, she hates me).
Discovering someone who knows who Cloud Cult is.
Guitar Hero.
Shuttlecock.
Purple haze.
Telling your professor about getting busted by CampPo.
That ache in your heart when you remember someone you left at home.
That ache in your head when you forget to remember someone.