The Landfill: Calm

A lot has happened

I didn't get the Wolverine Summer Camps job that I wanted. Oh, well. I hope some suit-wearing prick got it instead, and I hope he's playing on his Iphone when some kid breaks a leg on the volleyball court.

This is finals time. They (I'm still saying "they"?) have a study week. It's pretty neat. At State, you had a weekend, and then finals week. So, since my classes are jokes, I'm just kind of chilling. I have a paper to write tomorrow, but I'm not that worried about it. I can do no wrong in that class. Anyone with a grasp of punctuation and command over a couple transitions (WHOA! TRANSITIONS, HOLY SHIT!) can ace the papers. If I'm feeling sprightly, I might conjure up a couple more tricks for this one. You know, it being the final paper and all. I might use a colon or two, maybe a parenthesis.

Spanish has kind of been pissing me off. We just had an oral exam. My partner got a 94% and I got an 89%. I guess she showed me up. It should be okay, I have great grades on the written exams. I don't know, there's just something about speaking Spanish. My mind is like a whiteboard. I see the phrases in-print, and I just sort of read them off. I'm like the Spanish Forrest Gump. I speak SO slow and SO deliberately.

There's this really cool song by Metric that I've been listening to non-stop. It's called "Help, I'm alive". Neat beat, very danceable. Great production (some have actually criticized it for this) Awesome vocals.

My friend, Franz, has a new "prospect" (his word. I call it a "cute girl"). Susan and I met her today. I want to give him a high-five right now.

Joe has been sick. Susan and I dragged him to a party last night. He was fine. He really hit it off with this one guy by the entrance. Then, as we're leaving, it looks like Joe is having his testicles chewed by a crocodile. By the time we get back to the dorm, he's popping pills and cancelling study sessions. Today, it was all sweat pants and day-time T.V. It's funny. He has like a sick suit. When he's REALLY hung over or otherwise ill, he puts on these grey sweatpants and matching sweater.

Over the last month, I've been calling in to this on-campus sex-themed talk show "Turned On." They actually have a blog on blogspot. I just prank them stupid with the most lewd shit you can imagine. Whenever I do it, I channel the voice of Carl Brutanandilewski from Aqua Team Hunger Force, which I don't even like that much. At any rate, he has a great voice for vile calls.

Susan is a dream come true. I'm madly in love with her. I brought her home for Greek Orthodox mass. Any shiksa who goes to that service deserves their own holiday. She said she had fun, though.

Here's a really good picture of us. It was taken yesterday.

Well, I'm a philosophy major now-on paper, at least.

My Red Wings have been destroying the Columbus Blue Jackets. They're primed for another parade. The Shark Tank has been punctured, and they're choking on cold, hard, air and their own suck. Funny, I had them going further. Boston swept, like I predicted. The Rangers are winning in the Capitals series, which is an ENORMOUS shocker to me. Sorry, Ovie :/ However, Ovie's attitute has been a little vociferous, a little too confrontational lately. Usually, he's content to just chest-bump the boards whenever he displays some on-ice bravura, but lately, he's been showing up to early morning practice sessions for the opposition. He got kicked out of one. When asked why, he said, "Because they're afraid of me." I really hope Datsyuk beats out his countryment for the Hart. He might be the best player in the NHL. Though his numbers aren't as great as Malkin's or Ovechkin's, bear in mind, Pavel skates against the top lines of the enemy, like on the penalty kill, and he skates far less than Malkin and Ovechkin. So, for what quality point-earning time he gets, I feel he makes the most out of it, more than Malkin or Ovechkin.

Susan's birthday was monday. I took her to the Macaroni Grille, and it was fantastic. Like an Olive Garden, only a bit nicer (almost identical, actually). I got her a Wolverine Ice Hockey jersey. It's a small, and she's swimming in it. She loved it, though, and, I have to admit, she's dashing in it. Yellow really complements her dark hair and eyes. Before I gave it to her, I dragged her in front of my mirror and made her shut her eyes. Then, I browsed through my closet for about ten minutes, just to build the anticipation. When it looked like she couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed the jersey and slipped it over her.