Drunken Pennsylvanians In Hats Singing "Happy Birthday"

No, I'm not stoned out of my mind. That's what was on the TV a minute ago. And the sad part is that that was the best thing on. What the hell is wrong with this damn country? I swear to god (am I allowed to do that, as an atheist?), the second I get done with college I'm moving to Iceland. Hey, don't laugh. Iceland rules. It's incredibly mis-named, because it's actually not much colder than New York City. All the energy is geothermal, therefore incredibly clean and efficient. Screw the US of A. Seriously, at what point did this country have anything to offer? Gigantic SUVs ? Sorry dad, but that doesn't do it for me. Iceland is one of the most beautiful and vastly different countries on earth, and also has one of the highest per capita income rates. Check it out at http://iceland.org if you're interested. This is the best part about it : Icelandic women are seriously hot. Think "just-got-burned-by-a-iron-oh-my-god-that's-on-FIRE!" hot. In other news, I've started talking with someone I haven't spoken with in about three years, and it feels really good to still be friends. Yes, it's Mari, if you know who that is. I don't care if you think she's a slut, we used to go out, and that means something. Hmm, this took somewhat of a hostile turn towards you, dear reader.
Dammit, I have way too many books to read (for fun). If you just gasped at the fact that I read books for fun, you wouldn't like me, and I wouldn't like you, so what are you doing reading this blog? Oh well, it's my favorite problem to have (too much reading). Plus I just got The Alienist recommended to me by someone, so now I have to read THAT.... I'm in heaven. I borrowed a book to Brandon, my friend from high school...he reads so slowly I should just buy another one, because I won't get it back for approximately 40 years. At least. That's if he reads every day.

The Horror! The Horror!

That fiction class I was telling you about is the strangest English class I've ever taken, in terms of classmate's abilities. The first story we workshopped that someone wrote was borderline brilliant. We discussed it for a full 30 minutes and still had interesting points to bring up about it. Finally the prof forced us to move on. The next story was OK and used some spanish, which is always interesting. From that point on, every story was pure shit. I'm serious. We have two or three talented people and the rest.... well, let's just say some people should never set finger to keyboard.
We had our first Knox Jazz Ensemble rehearsal today. It seems like it's going to be ridiculous amounts of fun. Bordering on copious amounts of fun. Tomorrow I find out what jazz combo I'm in (that's a smaller group of musicians, like 6, that plays together at bars). Hopefully I get in the same combo as Maureen again. She's this hot violin player from St. Paul. Pretty sassified. That isn't a word, and I don't care.

Back at school and all that

I'm finally back at school after a summer of working. I worked in a factory, and if you never have, there's something I need to tell you. The guys (and they are all guys) who work there have the foulest mouths I've ever heard. I'm not a prude or anything, but these guys would make the rowdiest sailor faint. My only theory was that they were raised to think that a sentence is incorrect if it doesn't contain at least one "fuck!
So guess who I got for a roommate this year. John Glen. If you're thinking, "Isn't he a little old to be in school?" I'll have to defend him. He's pretty cool, considering that he's older than my grandpa and goes to bed at 8:30 pm precisely. I've avoided seeing him in his underwear so far but I know it's going to happen sooner or later, god help me.
My fiction professor this term is pretty nutty. I thought she was OK until she emailed me and signed it "Shine." Not sincerely, or Yours Truly, but Shine. I considered dropping the class right then and there. She'll teach an interesting class -- things are always interesting when you and the professor don't live on the same planet.