TGIT

Thank God It's Thursday. See, most people have to wait until Friday to celebrate the advent of the weekend. I, however, am not one of "most people," and thanks to my singular class on Friday, which is Calc lecture which I don't even really pay attention in, I'm effectively on weekend leave from school. That doesn't count my workstudy, but that's not too bad anyway, especially since they gave me a freaking season pass for men's hockey. For once, I am important enough to warrant special privileges, which take the form of free admission to every single RPI hockey game. How cool is that? Immeasurably so, especially because the pass says "Chris Monthie" and "RPI SID" (which stands for Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute Sports Information Department). Tell me that doesn't sound cool. Go on, tell me, and I'll prove you wrong. So yeah, I've taken myself out of school for the last "day" of the week because this is going to be the best weekend in a long while.

There are two things that are really satisfying, and those are a full tank of gas and a fully charged laptop battery. Nothing brings joy to my heart like pulling out of a gas station with the gas guage resting contentedly on the big F or sitting down and using a computer that is at its full capacity. Oh, the finer things in life...

I recently acquired some pirate gear from a dollar store in Brunswick (which is right near RPI) and spent some of last evening "terrorizing," "ravaging" and "pillaging" the denizens of Hall Hall, mostly the third floor. What better way is there to spend time than by walking into someone else's dorm and acting like a maniac? If anyone says homework, they had best keep that dirty thought to themselves. Homework never got anyone anywhere, and it never will. School is just a formality. None if this stuff that I learn is actually going to be applicable in real life; everyone knows that. If given the choice, I would just be a super hero anyway, which doesn't require any formal education. Then again, I'm not graced with any extraoridary powers either, so I might not fare too well in that field.

Oh yeah, today's computer science test kicked my butt. But let's not talk about that. Instead, let's go do something productive. Why don't you go exercise, or read a book, or draw a picture, or make a thousand friends, or record a CD, or start a war, or rub your hands all over newspapers so they turn black, or paint your face, or tramp around like a monster, or...you get the idea.

The End