Its been a long time

Wow, its been a really long time since I've added anything here.

~Yesterday I went to the Dave Matthews Concert at the Tweeter Center. It was fuckin' Amazing. I can't wait to go to another one of his concerts. I realized that you become deindividualized. Execpt the old front-to-back guy who sat in front of us. Thats how he was dancing, front to back pelvic thrusts. It was hysterical to watch. It was the best $70 I've spent, and we didn't even get stuck in traffic, gotta love it when you go with someone who goes to Wheaton and knows the back roads.

~For the last 6 hours I've been working on 5 physics problems, yes I mean 5. The problems were so fucking redicilous. I figured that you must think of everything ass backwards and gay and thats how you get answers. Physics=Gay that should be a Universial Constant, just like g=9.8.

~So apparently in the state of Massachutches it is illegal to light off your own works. Execpt those stupid little piece of shit sparklers you get at a gas station. While in Seekonk (where James lives) we went to light some mortars and whatnot off down at the end of a road. All was going fine until the neighbors called the cops. Next thing I notice is a spot light shining in out faces. Instead trying to hide the shit in the woods, like mist people, the fireworks were left in a bag in the middle of the road. So the first cop, Officer Fuckface is all high and mighty and treats us like murders and was a huge douche bag. When his back up arrived out steped this other cop that was cool. When asked if they were busy tonight he was like "nope, just you guys." As if they had nothing better to do. So we were offered to options, #1 bust up the fireworks so they were unuseable, or #2 Be arrested so we took the first one. As we were crushing the explosives in to the ground some jackass asked if we could get rid of them by lighting them off. HAHAHA good idea. But officer Fuckface was like thats what got you guys in trouble in the first place. It was hard to guy seriously because me looked like Mark Martin and talked like Ward Berton. For you non NASCAR fans, this if a FUCKING FUNNY combination. Anyway to make a bad night even worse, the car we rode in was stuck on the side of the road because somehow the key broke and well, we had to wait for the locksmith to come and make another one. To make a long story short, the Seekonk Police have nothing better to do on the 4th of July to bust a few kids with fire works when they could be out busting people for DUI's and DWI's because you know that drinking and the 4th go hand and hand.

~The other day while riding the T and witnessing a blind man sleeping, asked myself "Self, do blind people have a hard time falling asleep? Because they are bling." This got me thinking, when I try to fall asleep and fail, I find myself staring at the clock, wall, little light on my computer that blings and wonder if not having the ability to see would help. This is one of those questions that can never be answered because ................well it just can't.

~While on the subject of blind people, I was sitting on the bench killing time between class and saw this black and walking down the path wearing sunglasses and carring someting in his hand. As he got nearer I realized it was one of those blind man sticks that are red and white with the little rubber thing on the bottom, but here is the interesting part. It was folded up like one other those poles in a tent and was carring it under his arm. I was like what the fuck? And he was talking to himself like many of the other blindmen I see tripping over things in the city. But he was walking likw anyone else and managed to follow the path across campus. Are there really bling people out there taking advantage of society?

~On the first day of physics as soon as I walk in to the assigned room my jaw hit the floor in shock. We were given a lecture hall that hold 175+ people for a class of 8. 8 fucking people. We all could spread out shit in 15 seats and still have some left over. This is the same University that assigned a Chemistry Final in a room with 18 chairs for a class with 26 people, thats after a bunch of people stopped coming to class. I wish I could have the drugs that the guy who os inchage of room assignments is on because someone fucked up big time. Jesus.

~Gotta love 1:30 pm classes because you can go to bed at 5am and get 8 hours of sleep and still be on time for class. But it suckes because I miss my programs in the afternoon like Married with Childern and MacGyver. Oh well but atleats I get a 3 day weekend every week.


Thats all of the random thoughts and craziness that I can think of for now but I promise there will be a lot more real soon.

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