1) Oh man, thank goodness my class is finally over. I’ve been in class with a few short breaks from August 2007 until just now. It fucking sucks. My brain is tired. Now I can finally relax and work on my thesis for the rest of the summer. Wait. What? I have use the first break I’ve had in 11 months to work on more fucking homework? God fucking dammit. It is hard, unrewarding work to become officially smarter than all of you.
2) I have been walking a dangerous line since my class ended on Thursday night. I’ve filled my time with as many video games and stupid movies as possible. For example, last night I had a serious, 20 minute internal debate about whether to watch “Live Free or Die Hard: Die Hardest (on the Fourth of July) Hard 4″ or “The Matrix: (Seriously we planned this trilogy all along even though it feels like tacked-on nonsense) Reloaded”. I went with Die Hard. It was okay.
3) I forgot to put on deodorant today, and I’m already starting to bring in the funk. I’ve not quite reached George Clinton levels of funk yet, but I’m well past the “we’re local guys who like to get stoned and turn up the bass too loud and do this kind of rap-rock thing with out music, but light on the rap, and light on the rock, so we kind of just call it funk, but it’s not really funk, but it sounds great in our garage when we’re stoned, and can we borrow some money for more pot because we spent all our money on snack cakes” kind of funk. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. Or is Baltimore the only town that’s overrun with fourth-tier funk bands with surprisingly large local followings?
I guess I could have put it more simply like this:
On the level of pit-kicking*, I’m at Stallone.
*Pit-kicking: when one has an offensive odor emanating from the underarms. Example-
“My pits are kickin’ like Van Damme!”
Pit-kicking hierarchy:
Van Damme- Very Malodorous
Chuck Norris- Malodorous
Sylvester Stallone- Somewhat Malodorous
Charles Bronson- Slightly Malodorous
Telly Savalas- Not Malodorous

