Four Days

What's up e'erybody? t'Is the last week until Spring Break begins. And my hands are unreasonably cold. Be right back...

Ok I'm back. Jesus they were like going numb. Ok.

So I had a shot of two hour energy. That shit is stronger than vodka. In fact, what would you say to a half 5.h.e/half vodka shot mix? I would say holy shit. I feel like the second the vodka touches the 5.h.e., the concoction would just bust into flames emitting a deep blue arora. Then you take the shot like a pro and kapow...you're fucked up. I think I'm gonna like, not do that...

This week will not fly by. This week will drag along as chains being dragged by ones feet. Every hour will inch past just about as easily as each footstep taken with these chains attached. Then we get to Friday. A dome of distraction will sheild everyones vision, as the teacher writes upon the board y'=2x+cosx, everyone will just see palm trees, bikinis, and the surf rolling beneath one's toes. It will be a no learn day to the nth degree, as no one will have a choice. It doesn't matter if anyone even tries to learn, the only learning partaken in will be done by those not participating in the Spring Break experience for the '11 season. Along with learning, or lack thereof, there will be no chill. There will be no boredom. There will be a different level of anxiety seldom seen by anyone. A level consumed by anticipation, called waiting. As the day progresses the terrible feeling of "wait" will approach and subside. But as the clock strikes 14:00, good fucking luck, as the next 20 minutes will consist of nothing but painful waiting. Then, the song of Kokomo will ring through the halls, the wait will be over, and Spring Break '11 will begin. But unfortunately, we have four days, six hours, and 12 minutes until then.

What a good paragraph up there^. Facebook quality shit right there. I'm posting it when I'm done composing. Just kidding. Posted it just now.

I went bowling last night. t'Was great! Ya know that Sunday evening feeling? When like, you know you have to be at school in 12 hours so you go into this temporary depression? And you can't sleep because you already slept in until like 1:00pm. Well Sunday bowling equals the antidote. It's fucking perfect, you spend your Sunday like normal, do some work, do some sleep, do some errands. Then at like 7:45 you're like "oh it's bowling time!" and you slap on a casual t-shirt, grab seven dollars and an energy drink and head out the door. No cologne or Polo Ralph Lauren is necessary because, that's right, it's guys night. Bump some music for the 20 minute drive down to south Louisville, and conclude the weekend in a aura of content. At 9:30 slap on your dougy, get your bowling swag running 250%, and be home by 10:30. Sunday depression: abolished.

This period flew by. I'll post up tomorrow. Until then...