It's tough making posts

When you go out drinking every night, and work at 8am every day for a week at the goddamn union you still use for your single source of income. However, the school year being upon us now, it is time to suck it up and begin the final year. The implications of this are quite dauting; let's be honest, who is really ready for this gravy train we call college to end? Not me, most assuredly. But can we really spend the rest of our lives going to he's not on tuesday and Top O on thursday? (actually, after seeing certain select graduates of '05, maybe we can...) In the interest of starting the new year off in the correct manner, I skipped my first class today. It was justified, in my opinion, because I worked 11 fucking hours at the union monday. Most people agree, until I tell them the class started at 11am. That usually qualifies as "late in the day" so I lose any sympathy points I scored, right away. But fuck all that, I drank for 7 nights in a row, that should qualify me for some special school week off privledges. Finally G9 has come to completion, with the return of mr. findlay. Hopefully now we will be able to get digital cable for the 57 INCH BIGSCREEN TV. In case you had forgotten we had one, that is. With that, I'm out, because I can't afford to be missing all my first classes of the year; but for a final nugget, today I arrived at my ultimate frisbee class (10 min late) to discover that we met in woollen gym. Thinking I was the last dumbass to come in late on the first day, I sit in the rear of the group. Not 5 minutes afterward, Seth Dearmin, the SBP of UNC (ah, what an esteemed title) rolls in, last one to sign the roll and first to admit that he had been lost trying to find the room. Oh shit, what kind of administration do we have this year? (and really, does it even matter? A monkey could probably be SPB; look at NCSU and their "Pirate Captain")