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Penn Dental School

This morning I'm sitting on the train on the way back to school, well aware I'm going to miss my 9:30 but certain I will be back for my sonofabitchmotherfucking physics test at 11:30. I'm ranting to Chaz about my disdain for Apple computers and the people who own them. He's not really agreeing, but not really disagreeing, mostly because I think he was half asleep. But I was ranting about how it's fucking stupid to have a computer that you cant right click and that you cant click my trusty CTRL-F for a quick find. But I can get over that. Granted, Apples look cool, but they cant do anything for an engineer, and as such, I'm partial. No, what really gets me is the people who own them think that they're better then you. But whatever, this is not the point of my story. Theres this girl sitting next to me wearing a lanyard that says "Penn Dental School" and I'm like hardy har har. She's studying for her Pathology exam today, looking at pictures of gross teeth infected with gingivitis, cavities, and shit I dont even know about. So his girl sitting next to me interrupts me and says, "You can click CTRL-F, you just click APPLE-F, oh and also you can right click, you just have to click INFO-CLICK. So, know, tell your girlfriend that." Ok, I'm about top rage:

1. I DONT WANT TO FUCKING CLICK APPLE-F IF I CAN FUCKING CLICK CTRL-F.
2. I'D RATHER FUCKING RIGHT CLICK THAN PRESS A FUCKING BUTTON.
3. YOU DONT INSULT MY GIRLFRIEND; JUST BECAUSE YOU HAD A LOUSY FUCKING VALENTINES DAY STUDYING FOR PATHOLOGY DOESN'T MEAN MY GIRLFRIEND DID ANYTHING TO YOU.

I hope she failed her Patholgy test for being a condescending prick.
This is why I hate Apple owners.

Starfox/Stoybookland/Download-er-ama

I'm sitting in programming and a kid in front of me is playing Starfox on his computer and I'm daydreaming about my new speakers and how the subwoofer kicks just enough while adding low end without sounding tacky as I'm worrying about VECR, time, and my low grades. There's something about being in college that isnt conducive to me succeeding. Also, run on sentences are proper English. Shut up English teachers.

Last night I had dinner with some friends. We took the shuttle to a personal favorite restaurant of mine. The shuttle passed through Rosemont College, adequately dubbed "storybookland" by one of my friends. Looking at the buildings, the winter trees, and the lack of wandering people, I found myself asking "WHO IN THE HELL GOES TO ROSEMONT COLLEGE?" Which brings me to the crux of my argument: WHO IN THE HELL GOES TO ROSEMONT COLLEGE? Really, I cant get over that. There was nobody there. Yet it was still a college. Not a university, but a college, for those who care.

I went home this weekend. At home I spend my time downloading music frantically because my financial strain has kept me from buying music recently. I blame the economy. I downloaded hundreds of songs including Friendly Fires, Blackstar, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Animal Collective, Coconut Records, Two Tongues, Gnarls Barkley, Clipse, and Freeway (Philly's Finest). Now I have hours of music, but seconds of time. I love the internet.

The Science of Believing Things Kind of Really Fucking Suck

For some odd reason today, I'm unbelievably happy. Maybe it's because Coleen comes home from India on Wednesday. Maybe it's because it might snow and I might not have class. Maybe it's because I had a blast this weekend. Maybe it's because I finally like what I'm doing. Maybe it's because what I'm doing is going to pay me $56,201 right out of college. Maybe it's because I'm hopped up on caffeine right now.

I live a rather cynical life. I view the corrupt, hate the north face/ugg boot society while I myself own a north face jacket and ugg slippers. But I keep it real so I'm better than everyone else. I keep telling myself that. I've grown up believing that I should expect the worst and hope for the best. So, naturally, when I found out my roommate was headed home for the weekend, I thought this weekend was going to be hell. Not so. I spent the entire weekend with Toby and Chris, my two tall ass friends. Regardless, it was adventurous. Basically, what I decided definitively from this weekend comes down to this.

Bud Light> Naty Light> Any kind of hard liquor (sorry, bitches)

Right now, I'm not paying attention in Engineering Programming. Not because I dont understand. For once, it's because I do understand. Things seem to be looking up.

Jude Law and a Semester Abroad

I thought I made it so obvious, obviously I did not.

Leaky...

Today is Monday.

Today has been an exhausting day.

Today I've been leaky. My intestines have hurt because their carrying capacity has been reached with coffee (with too much creamer) and Diet Dr. Pepper.

Today I rediscovered my love for my striped thermal hoodie-thing. It's not brand name, not flashy, and I like it.

Today I decided that I will go see the Ting Tings on March 18th.

Today I waited for an email but never got one.

Today I thought a lot.

Today will be just like tomorrow.

And I can't deal with that.