I will add more later.

Flashback to the first day of this semester, my English teacher says: “For the whole semester, I want you to write a page after every class period about the reading that I have assigned.”

Due: Tomorrow Morning, 10 am (12 hours from now)

Amount done so far: one passage…yeah, I’m fucked.

I decided that I am not going to pay attention to anything the books actually say and make these passages more of an editorial about random shit. I’ll try to post some of the funnier passages:

Excerpt from Frankenstein passage:

It was then that Victor’s mother decided that the two would someday get married.
This passage made me think: could an arranged marriage ever work? You hear about it all the time, especially in the far-east where arranged marriages are commonplace, but are any of those people really happy? Can we be told who to love? Can we CHOOSE who we love? I personally think the seeds love are planted when two people “click” and those seeds can eventually grow into a tree. By having an arranged marriage, you are not growing your own tree; you are essentially going to Home Depot and buying a pre-grown tree and plopping it in a hole in your backyard. While a Home Depot tree might look like a normally planted tree on the outside, it’s roots are very shallow and the slightest breeze might cause the tree to crash down to the ground.

Leave me some inspirational comments please!

Update (10:41 PM): Just downed 2 energy drinks after finishing my 3rd passage. The end is not in sight. I’ll leave you with this little morsel of amazingness from my latest passage:

The reason that I disagree with capital punishment (in the case of murder) is quite simple. The person that gets murdered didn’t get to choose how or when they died, so the murderer shouldn’t be able to either.

Update (11:23 PM): Nicki is hammered and has been drunk IMing me for the past hour or so. Its very amusing, but definately slowing down my progress. 4 down, 12 to go:

As far as “gold diggers” go, is it worth it to marry a miserable person if they have more money than you? If so, how much money? If they are REALLY miserable, does that mean that they need to be REALLY rich?

Update (12:07 AM): I’m already hitting a brick wall, this is getting bad. 6 of 16 done.

Whenever I ask people what they want out of a career, 98% of them say they want to be happy. That’s such a copout answer, of course you want to be happy, does anyone want to be unhappy? The real question is: what makes you happy?

Update (1:20 AM): I feel like the guy from that 5 hour energy drink commercial that crashes after a few hours.  12 of 16…good enough for me, I’ll do the rest tomorrow.  I’m exhausted and the tireder I get, the preachier I get:

I’ve definitely experienced quite a few people who have gotten jobs because of who they know, and not what they know. And while it’s cool that your dad knows the CEO of some huge company, at the end of the day, you will be missing a feeling of self-accomplishment

The scene from Friday Night

For those of you that don’t know, we often go to the Catalina Lounge when we get bored or don’t feel like paying $6 for a beer. It is somewhat of a dive bar, but its always a good time and it gives us something to talk about the next day (and they have shuffleboard!)

So I went to the Cat Lounge on Friday night with Lindsay, Steve, and our friend, Tim, After a few beers, Lindsay had to use the bathroom. When she came back, she had a horrified look on her face. Apparently some drunk, fat lady decided to drop her pants in the middle of the bathroom and started screaming “I’m 37, I don’t care that I’m naked in the bathroom!” over and over again. And I thought the guy’s bathroom there was gross…