Greetings from College!
If someone had told me last year that a degree from college meant you were simply able to put your morals on the back burner and succumb to the social pressures of clubbing and partying for four years while fighting the constant urge to drop out, I probably would've signed up for one of those awkward year off programs where you study marine life on a ship. What the fuck IS this shit? How much alcohol does an eighteen years old REALLY need to consume? I wish I had a class that addressed both of those questions because they I could use a little enlightenment when it comes to college culture. Who needs to know about media in a free society--- please, just show me a power point that notes the correlation between beer consumed to papers written by any kid from Jersey at GWU and I will show you a power point of reasons why I would rather be in Boston at my local Starbucks consuming a nonalcoholic beautiful latte.
In other news, I'm in the library and sitting in a chair that has chewing gum smeared all down the left arm rest. Nothing like a defaced piece of furniture to bring you joy in the midst of a quarter-life crisis!
I'm also thinking of investing in a pair of non-prescription glasses. They just scream "hey, I'm smart"! Kind of like a kid from Jersey after a 40.
I'll be back soon. I haven't even started my tirade on Sarah Palin.
