Welp, only one week til my well deserved month off. :D This semester really flew by. In fact, the years have really flown by. But that's another discourse for another time. This semester wasn't so great. My grades were above par, but not very impressive either. I'm a straight B student, with a few C's here and there. I take pride in the fact that i haven't gotten one D or F, thus far.

College is kinda lame. Well, at least my college. It's a pretty small school, about 1400 undergraduates. And because of that, the social atmosphere isn't as broad or spread out as the average college or university. It's just one big sewing circle. The same crap from high school, repackaged and refurbished.

My roomate experience has been god awful. Worse than i had ever imagined. And i say that without any hyperbole whatsoever. My first roomate was a disaster. My current, and soon to be former, roomate is meh. It's like trying to choose between Bush and Kerry. Both were crap sandwiches (my former roomate being the soggier one). My current roomate (Sasha) is a real piece of work. He's pretty bright, but completely immature. He blames the school for "breaking his spirit", when he hasn't even so much as opened up a book for most of the semester. Sasha is one of those "wannabe giggalo" types. He scores, but not as much as he'd like to believe he does (not that i should really be poking fun at other people's sex lives, since my own is non existant). He also has to lie to them, or play sports to enhance his "image." Forgive me for sounding like the cliche counterculturist, but it's true. Worse yet, He leaves his j*zzed up condoms all over the floor.... which led to my utter displeasure of stepping on one. The guy's a real sex machine too. That seems to be the only thing running through this guy's mind. Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex. I can't even begin to count how many times i've walked in on him sexing some nasty ass broad to death. In spite of all of that, he still makes me laugh.

Example: My first roomate and i parted ways after a week of hell, fighting over who would move out. He agreed to move out initially, but "unofficially" retracted that. The initial plan was that h would move in next door with his friend John, and Sasha who was his roomate at the time, would move in with me. Of course, Sasha was totally left in the dark about all of this. So i leave to go home on the weekend one Friday, and i come back Sunday night to find that pretty much all of John's belongings had been shipped over, and hidden in the cabinets in a beyond poorly executed underhanded attempt to kick me out. In short, they would've done the same things to Sasha, as they tried to do with me. Then the next thing you know, me and my roommate are screaming our lungs out at each other. We argued and argued for hour upon hour. Then he brought John in, and the both of them doubleteamed me. They tried to annoy me, and ultimately coerce me into packing my gear and heading out. My former roomate even broke out his nifty ol' acoustic gee-tar, and strung a couple tunes, whilst singing a song that illustrated the situation, a la The Rock circa 2003. After 45 minutes of serenading, it was clear to him and John that i wasn't budging. So then, they tried to bribe me out with a half eaten philly cheesesteak sandwich. :| Not facetiously, either. They were dead serious. Let that sink in for a minute, before you seriously begin to try and understand that. Then they tried to bribe me out with $100. After another hour of that, they finally brought out the big gun - the RA! Fortunately, she was a rational lass, and easily took my side of the story over their's. I can't tell you how close was to screaming "Teh sheep have been pwnt!!!11".

So what does this all have to do with Sasha, that is, if you still care? Well, we scheduled a meeting that Thursday to do the paper work and be done with it. And as all 4 of us, my former roommate, John, my current roommate, and myslef were going up to our floor on the elevator, after this long, hard, stressfull week of pure hell, my current roommate could only say to my former roommate at that perfect moment" Dude, do you have to take your TV with you tonight?". All i could do was laugh. Like at the end of Jaws, when Richard Dreyfuss and Roy Scheider just inexplicably laugh after surviving all of the hell they went through prior to that. You had to be there.

Matches i watched this week:

WWE HHH vs. HBK @ Summerslam '02.

Shelton Benjamin vs. Ric Flair @ Backlash 2004

Chris Jericho vs. Kurt Angle vs. Chris Benoit @ WM2000