Bad Boys, 2005
I must say, I have to be one of the worst and most brilliant students of all time. Who else would be sitting down to finish their final about two and a half hours before it's due? This is then where the brilliant part comes in because you know I'm gonna tear this shit up even though I'd easily be able to sleep on the dirty carpet beneath this computer.
This is the last exam I ever have to take in undergrad. I turned in my portofolio on Monday--done with that. I must say, that creative writing class was very good, although I wish it'd been full of people who were Creative Writing majors. Either way, learned a lot. Good experience. Makes me know that I really do want to do that whole graduate school thing.
When I finish here, I'll start studying for the GRE (well, after next week) and read away until my brain is so saturated with intelligence and information that, well, they may as well give me my genius award right now. Monday, though, we leave for Miami. Spend about a week there, then come back to Michigan in order to be thoroughly bored out of my mind. I still need to go in and figure out what I can do about work--but I'll make it happen somehow.
Maybe I can actually come back with a tan. Now that would be nice, right?
The most important part that I almost forgot: Pistons 2005, bitches. That's what I thought. Game seven is gonna be a good one--we'll probably rent the projector again and play it on the side of the garage. Then we can play flippy cup and beer pong until we're champs. Well, in the mean time, there may be a lot of screaming and crying and cussing and drinking. But, overall, it will be a good night.
Hopefully, the night won't end with the birth of a plot to take Ginobili and Harding Tonya Harding style.
This is the last exam I ever have to take in undergrad. I turned in my portofolio on Monday--done with that. I must say, that creative writing class was very good, although I wish it'd been full of people who were Creative Writing majors. Either way, learned a lot. Good experience. Makes me know that I really do want to do that whole graduate school thing.
When I finish here, I'll start studying for the GRE (well, after next week) and read away until my brain is so saturated with intelligence and information that, well, they may as well give me my genius award right now. Monday, though, we leave for Miami. Spend about a week there, then come back to Michigan in order to be thoroughly bored out of my mind. I still need to go in and figure out what I can do about work--but I'll make it happen somehow.
Maybe I can actually come back with a tan. Now that would be nice, right?
The most important part that I almost forgot: Pistons 2005, bitches. That's what I thought. Game seven is gonna be a good one--we'll probably rent the projector again and play it on the side of the garage. Then we can play flippy cup and beer pong until we're champs. Well, in the mean time, there may be a lot of screaming and crying and cussing and drinking. But, overall, it will be a good night.
Hopefully, the night won't end with the birth of a plot to take Ginobili and Harding Tonya Harding style.
2 Comments:
So miami huh.....can't say i'm surprised :) Hit up lincoln road when you're there, there's a nice jazz bar in the area.
You guys may play this Flippy Cup garbage, but real champions play Flip Cup.
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