I know it's been a little while since my last update, but I've had finals to contend with, so all of you can eat my ass! So I'm now at home, taking a well-deserved and needed break after that ass-raping that was the fall semester. Talk about a downhill spiral, I started the semester off rather well, was doing good until the last round of tests, then I got fucked, so now I'm hoping that I just don't get on academic probation. But the semester is over, and I'm not going to worry about it now, because it really doesn't matter.
Christmas is just around the corner, and do I want to do any Christmas shopping, well two words--HELL NO!! First off, I don't really mind shopping all that much, but when it's Christmastime, I avoid it like I would avoid an Indian with the plague. I hate dealing with the crowds, it's as if Christmas rolls around and everyone's head goes right up there ass. No one can drive right, people are pushing through the stores like there's no tomorrow. C'mon people, it's Christmas. It's supposed to be the time of the year when we're all a little nicer, and kinder, and gentler to our fellow human beings. Instead everyone is rushing around to get the best presents, and hit up all the deals, and the spirit of the season is lost in the commercialism. Sometimes I wonder if it would just be better if we didn't have TV's, then so many people in this country wouldn't be so influenced by all the garbage they pump out through the air waves...But I digress, and step off my soapbox. I just want to tell all those that I care about how much they mean to me, do the best that I can, and for everyone to have a happy and safe Christmas and New Years', even though I can't be with you all, I'm with you in spirit. God Bless.

Fuck you you fucking fucks!! I hate finals like RuPaul hates pussy. I could study, but what do I do? I sit and see how bad I can do without being put on academic probation. Real good waste of time huh? Well, if you were in my seat, you'd be doing the same, so don't be the pot calling the kettle black.
As for the previous post with the F, well that's still standing, so now I'm looking at a total of 1 final...Not too bad you say, well this final could well be the straw that breaks this camel's back. I have one nerve left, and everyone seems to be getting on it. I went off on my mom tonight on the phone because she lost an important address. Not a big deal, but when that means you coming back to school next semester or not, I think it becomes a pretty big damn deal. Now, you might think that I'm a high strung individual, not at all. I'm cool, calm, and collected, until it comes to this shit. That's when I want to pull out an M-16, walk into a classroom and just start spraying (don't worry it won't happen, I'm just being fecitious). But at the same time, I wish I could just go to sleep, and not wake up for a while, and when I do wake up, everything has been taken care of, and life is back to normal. But c'est la vie, it does not happen.
As for the rugby banquet, well, I don't remember too much of it, hell, there was a cash bar, c'mon now...I do know that we all got medals, and pictures with the trophy, and were able to raise over $10,000 to help us get to Stanford for the finals in April. Now we only have another $11,000 to go, give or take a few thousand.
So this Christmas, when I go to sit on Santa's lap (or rather the greasy drunk that dresses up like him) at the mall, I'm going to ask him for just one thing: when I die, bury me face down so that the world can kiss my ass.

I fucking hate people, especially when you have to work with them. No matter what, you'll always get fucked in the end by someone. Take me for instance...I had an aero group project to do, and now here I am a week from the due date, and all of my group has given up, and decided to take an F in the course, rather than actually work and try to finish off strong. I talk to the professor, and he tells me I have the same fate as the rest of my group. So now, before finals have even begun, I have an F, a whole semester worth of work down the shitter. Thank you very fucking much you jolly bunch of assholes.
I must say this though, a great amount of thanks is due to one woman, and she knows who she is, who has been there for me this week to help me rant and rave, even though she has to study as well for finals, and I know that I've taken up a lot of her time, but thank you.
My sister is coming down tonight for a banquet in honor of the men's rugby team. We're headed to the national finals next spring, so who knows, we may capture ourselves a title...We already have one, Midwest Champions! Should be a good night, I'll tell you about it in the morning though.

So today I wake up 2 hours after I went to sleep. Why so early? Well, that's the life of a man stuck in a rut, a rut that has the acronym of ROTC...After that wonderful, very un-invigorating morning I went to class, don't remember much of it because I woke up in a puddle of my own drool after class was over.
Later on, I went to my room and fell asleep, and then became so incoherent that I wasn't even able to re-set my alarm clock, and almost missed my appointment this afternoon, but fortunately I made it, and realized that my appointment was a half hour of my life wasted that I'll never get back.
So how to end the night on a good note? Guess I'll just go crawl into a bottle for the night, and wake up later tomorrow when things calm down. Should have something a little more interesting tomorrow for you all...

Another post for everyone, well whoever is reading this anyways...Finals are coming even quicker now, the week being half over, and I'm well on my way to having a nervous breakdown already. Some tips for those ever considering going to Purdue to become engineers, DON'T! It's bad enough taking the classes, but the homework is enough to make you want to climb the bell tower and start sniping.
I'm still into it with a certain "friend", who isn't really being a friend at all. I guess it doesn't matter that I saved her life, and that I've been there for her when no one else has, and to cap it all off, she won't even give me a reason why she won't talk to me. Nothing, nada, zip...Well I'm about to tell her to go fuck herself, get your heart ripped out of your ass, then have it chucked in the garbage can, then we'll talk.
On a happier note, my roommate and I are well on our way to becoming alcoholics. We have so many beer bottles in our room that our RA walked in today, took one look around, and just backed out. But he's cool, we know he won't say anything, he's not like some of the other pricks in this hall.
So that about wraps things up for today's update kiddies, check back later to see if I'm still breathing...If not, don't wake me up, I'm probably in a better place.

Just another update from the desk of myself, which is pretty small now considering I have almost a full wet bar on it. I had to run home today to pick up my cell phone charger, which is pretty stupid of me because I left it at home, I am such a dumbass. The fun part was that it was almost like a short road trip for me and my buddy, and especially because we now know that his car redlines at 155 mph. We would've kept going, but when we caught air over a bump in the road and almost lost control, we figured our lives were a little more important than seeing how fast we could get home.
Dead week is about to begin, and the hoarding of alcohol by all college students is in full swing. We know what's ahead of us, and we are getting properly prepared. Me, I'm going ghetto this week. 40s of Old E and fifths of Mad Dog will abound in my abode. If anyone ever thought that they were going to hell, join me. I'll be the one driving the bus.

So there I was, drinking myself into oblivion because the week was so horrible. I put down enough beer to drown a small South American town. You wonder why I chose South America, well, it's just better that way, hell, is there anything better than South America? If there is I haven't found it yet...I wake up later today still drunk, what a feeling; waking up with the feeling of several hundred ounces of alcohol flowing through your system, and knowing that your BAC is rising about as fast as our national debt.
This week is dead week, the week in which we are supposed to study our asses off in preparation for finals. But who's going to spend all that time wasting your brain, not this guy. I'm taking a road trip, and drinking as much as one possibly can. The time, dead week, the goal, alcohol poisioning. So I think I'll call the hospital and make an appointment ahead of time.

So today I find out that my aero design group has decided to try for an incomplete in the course, and retake it next semester. By this time though, I'm just ready to say fuck it, and I'm done. However, we do have to talk it out, and with the fact that the project we need to have done by Saturday has nothing completed on it yet, we figure that we're just about shot, and trying for an incomplete is about the best bet that we have.
In other news, a good friend of mine is leaving school for a semester because he is depressed, interesting, but sad nonetheless. A girl I dated in high school told me she had her nipples pierced, and my dog has fleas. Well, it's all true except for my dog, she's just fat, no fleas.