Today I woke up with the foulest morning breath known to man. My first exhale nearly knocked my ass back onto my mattress. My hair has gotten long... longer than I would like it. Unfortunately I'm to damn broke to go get it cut.Which leads me to the question... how did prehistoric man cut his hair? I can picture an ape like me hunched over a giant bolder, slamming a small sharpened rock into my follicles and the sawing the hair off in a jagged motion. At least back then bad hair days didn't exist.
I managed to scrounge a bit of breakfast this morning. A Poptart and a glass of Code Red Mountain Dew... true American breakfast right? More like a starter kit for diabetes, but hell food is food when your a college student. After overcoming the initial jitters of an early morning caffeine boost. I sauntered over to class and began the ritualistic boredom that is my life.
Blah Blah Blah Blah....
Sometimes it seems like the professors are intentionally trying to mock Ben Stein!
"Bueller...Bueller...Bueller"
Lunch equaled Neb's Insult of the day:
To Katie: "you can take that sushi and shove it up your ass... it would probably make it smell better."
