Wesley Clark has entered the Presidential race. That's all I've got to say about that right now. Apparently some people weren't aware. His campaign manager mentioned something about "Pulling a Schwarzenegger," whatever that means.

Since I have no idea what to write about and about 100 pages to read tonight, I'm just going to ramble:

"Hey Brian, why don't you go introduce yourself?"

They didn't think I would do it... Maybe they never left middle school and are afraid of girls. Then they laugh at my methods... So what? They came into the room and laughed their asses off as I made gay jokes about you. Nick, you just sat there and kept playing NCAA on Playstation... I mean, seriously. Also, Rollie, you came in big time by using those two chairs to house your dirty laundry. What a sight... but I fucked up, right? Because I spoke to them.

I hate English. This book sucks. Moreso, I suck for not reading it before now. Also the fact that I am not reading it right now isn't even close to being helpful. I know we've all been there. I've covered this before, there are so many more interesting things to do.

Why can't you take food from the dining hall? I mean, you pay for it... If I was motivated enough I would eat it there anyway, I just want a change of scenery. So what if I cleaned out the ice cream freezer today? My bookbag was begging to be filled with a few boxes of the stuff.

Why didn't anyone else have enough balls to do that anyway? The pussies here think that jacking plastic cutlery from the dining hall is bad ass. They weren't there when I was jacking steak knives from Babson (nice ones too) to make sure I got "my money's worth."

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This weekend, I am suspending the weekend update, unless something REALLY awesome happens. In its place look forward to something far more awesome.

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