So Happy Spring

What’s up blogging world. Happy Tuesday.

Picture in your mind the most beautiful day you could dream up. You know the type, not a cloud in the sky, perfect 65-75 degrees, very calm breeze to make damn sure you don’t get too hot, etc. Picture sitting on a nice plot of grass (which is becoming more green due to the lengthening days), leaning up against a tree with a slight bit of shade to cover you. Looking around you see girls EVERYWHERE, half wearing yoga pants, half wearing shorts; everyone just sitting on the grass with you doing whatever—getting out of the dorm room.

Well, that’s where I am right now. Yeah, I’m calling it, spring has officially started. The groundhog was fucking WRONG by predicting a long-ass time until spring because it is NOW. The daytime temperature shouldn’t dip below 45-50 at all as far out as accuweather has predicted (March 9^th). And today and yesterday have been like fucking 60-something degrees which means it’s SPRING. So Happy Spring. You made it, survived the dead months.

I went to WalMart today and holy shit that place gets trashier every visit. It’s to the point now where I’m just straight uncomfortable in there. But that’s all beside the point. The point is that I bought some Corona sandals; you know, the flip flops that say Corona with the logo on the souls. TWELVE DOLLARS FOR THESE SANDALS. Completely worth it. Let me tell you why.

Back when I had my first beer, ironically right before Spring Break, I was drinking down Miller Lites because I preferred those more than my dad’s stronger brand he kept in the garage. Despite only have sampled two brands, I decided Miller Lite was my fancied beer… for life. So it being right before Spring Break, I saw the “Beer Sandals” in Kohl’s that represented Miller, for the same universal price of twelve dollars.

It was very tempting not to purchase those sandals right then and there and wear them for eternity, but luckily I held out. [BTW this is completely off topic but there’s a cheerleader next to me. I love college.] I decided against buying them for a couple of reasons. First off, Eastern High School would suspend me for wearing alcohol related clothes in school. Second off, that particular Spring Break I was going to Utah, not the beach. Thus I decided to wait.

Fast forward to the next Spring Break and I was to be going on a cruise. So it was once again tempting to buy some beer sandals then, but I decided it would be in my better interest to just wait until college to buy some beer sandals. From then on, anytime I saw a pair of beer sandals I would just think to myself, ‘Once I’m 18 and about to go on my first college Spring Break trip, THAT will be the time to buy my much anticipated beer sandals.’

Well, I completely forgot about that for a whole year. Until today. I was browsing through the dump we call WalMart and I by-chance ran aground right at the beer sandals aisle. And of course the first pair I saw was my good ole classic pick of Miller Lite. So I was like, ‘Oh man if they have my new fav (which you readers better know is Corona) I’m gonna be IN LUCK.’ And they totally had them in stock. And I totally bought them. It was finally time to buy what I’d been waiting for for three years. Now I get to wear my Corona Sandals with pride in Daytona at the Bro Shack. Can’t wait.

So here’s an interesting thought: saying or thinking something, followed by actually believing, causes you to perceive it to be true. For example, in my blog I make a lot of statements that could either be opinion or alternately perceived. Such as, the rest of this semester will be a cake walk. Yeah a cake walk for me could be differently than a cake walk for you, but if I can make myself believe it’ll be easy, it will likely be easier than if I had dreaded the second half of the semester for weeks.

With that thought in mind, I’m gonna go ahead and state that the rest of this semester will be a cake walk. My classes are manageable, it’s not gonna be cold as fuck for a while, the keys to a Kawasaki are being dangled in front of me, AND we’re already half way through. And once this semester’s done, it’s done and I never have to do it again. I feel like I can just pace myself through this semester because it’ll be that easy and fly by even faster. So yeah, true story.

So it’s about that time in the semester again for everyone’s stats classes to do that assignment where they have to make a survey and get a bunch of people to take it. Last term, despite not begin in a stats class, I did this assignment and got 75 of those dipshits to take my completely loaded survey. And I’m doing it again!

This term however, I’m calling it Operation: Make Potheads Feel Bad. What I the survey will consist of is a question asking how much the user smokes weed. Followed by that it will ask the users accurate GPA. Then thirdly it will ask the user to answer in a sentence or two whether or not they think smoking weed is detrimental to grades.

Of course no one is going to be honest on this survey and every pothead who ends up taking it is gonna lie and make me believe they have a 4.0 GPA while high all day. But that’s not the purpose. I already know that potheads have relatively low GPA’s. The point is to get up to 70 or 80 people, probably a third of which will be potheads, to have to lie about their GPA to make them feel good about themselves. Then I get to sit back and read the results and crack the fuck up at how they don’t have full ride scholarships or hot girlfriends or pilot’s licenses or motorcycles or ANYTHING but weed (exceptions made for musicions). MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Well that’s about all I have for this post. I just wanted to bring in the Spring season with some writing. I hope if anyone’s reading this in the Spring’s to come (2013, 2014 etc.) they enjoy themselves this week as they prepare for Spring Break. Until next time….