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Aug 27, 2008

Great Start

So the semester's starting. My room's cramped, three beds, no bunk.

But it should be fun, beer in the fridge, we're going to try and get permission to have a BBQ on the back deck. Let the beer flow like fine wine!!

But what pisses me off, is that they don't even serve my favorite breakfast food anymore. Mango Rockstar. Jerkwads have every energy drink known to man in that store, except the one flavor I adore. Cocksuckers, I'm going to have to order it in bulk online and just store it under my bed.


Anywho, my Media and Popular Culture class is going to turn me into a raving lunatic. The class talked about Hanna Montana for two grueling, head banging on wall, hours. I just sat there listening to the stupidity that spewed from peoples' gums and every time I raised my hand to interject a bit of common sense, the person talking before me would just say something so stupid that I lost my thoughts.

I feel dumber for being in that class.

My advertising class probably won't be half bad, because only about half of that Pop Culture class is in it. Which they still ended up talking about Hanna Montana again today while the long winded prof is trying to tell us what the class is going to be like. Yadda Yadda Yadda, it's gonna be a long hour class.

Oh and there's this kid who wore a shirt on Monday with a bunch of Fender guitars on it. Stratocasters, Telecasters, Precision and Jazz Bass Guitars, I thought to myself, pretty sweet shirt. Though I wouldn't verbalize it to the guy, he needed a shower, a diet and a razor. Anywho, he came in wearing the same exact shit and I promptly moved myself away from what I can only assume is some 3+ days without a shower.

I hope my audio class this year, though supposedly tougher, isn't going to be more work than it was last year. That coupled with the TV production class almost killed me last time around.

How's things going on your end of the school spectrum?

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