Let’s talk about why college is awesome, a.k.a. I am a spoiled brat.

I skipped class to write this little article here. This morning I woke up at 8:48, brushed my teeth, and ran to work at nine, where I spent three hours chatting and playing a ported hi-res DOOM2 on my Mac. After work I had a pepperoni roll and Mountain Dew, courtesy of Duquesne University's wonderful meal plan. Then I stopped to check my mail; I received a postcard from the Bahamas that my aunt had mailed to me over a month ago. Then I came back here, to my dorm. When your roommate is gone this means you can rub your naked body all over every square inch of his stuff, and that's exactly what I did. I thought about going to my modern history class, but then I said "fuck it, I want to play more Doom!" So I did. Later on I'll probably pick up a withdrawal form for my Latin class. I haven't been to Latin in a week and a half. I still owe a test. I'm most likely failing--but that's okay, I'm a spoiled brat and I can take German next semester.

In about an hour I will go to my political systems class, where I will zone out for approximately seventy-five minutes. Then I'll get some dinner and vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles, and head back here. Tonight I will enjoy a venti™ vanilla latte from Starbucks and tap into the wireless network while listening to nine inch nails and writing two papers that are due tomorrow. As you can see, my day is pretty full, and tomorrow will most likely carry the same thing, except I will be working in the afternoon so I may watch a DVD. I might also have to squeeze in a shower tomorrow becuase I'm feeling pretty cheesy right now.

College is hard work.