Absolutely Sick Of Learning

So as you probably read in Alan's blog, I got busted by the cops for smoking out behind Danforth. Ladeedah, folks. Whoopdeedoo. Move along now, there's nothing to see here.

Honestly, I'm not gonna be in any serious trouble (unless I get caught again), and I'd be a lot angrier if Brody hadn't gone down with me. Nothing makes me happier than when bad things happen to Brody. It's just a shame that I had to get tied into it.

Bunch of amateurs. Got no class, really. Alan knows how it's done. He's got the superstition with the constant paranoia; he bailed a few minutes before the cops showed up. Yeah, Alan, if you're reading this, I'm going to stick with you from now on. My reefer comes from one man and one man alone: my suitemate.

Oh yeah, the subject line. I am so sick of learning shit. Whatever happened to the glory days of High School where the first month of classes is a joke? Some of my profs have been lecturing since DAY ONE. Fucking first day of classes. Trying to milk their captive audience for all they're worth.

Women's Studies, though. Man, what a good idea. I'm basically playing wingman to Vlad, letting him take his pick before I move in. He doesn't seem too smart, but he knows how to work the ladies. There's one chick in there, Vlad says she's all mine. Long black hair, pale skin, nice little Jewish nose (God, thank you for all the Jewish girls)... I'm hoping she isn't a holdout for the homeland sort of gal. I can play lots of roles, but Jewish isn't one of them.

Alright. Peace!

-Chaz