The Weekend is upon us...

Happy Groundhog Day everyone,

Today is where our furry little friend will be brought out of his lair in Punxsutawny, PA and declare another 6 weeks of winter. (Why am I making this prediciton? Probably because that's what he ALWAYS SAYS! Plus, scientifically speaking, it aint spring yet anyways.)

So, since it's Groundhog Day and it's almost the weekend, I figured I'd do an entry about some random crap.

-Apartment stuff is really getting on my nerves. It doesn't help when you get stabbed in the back, buried in a pile of shit, then forced to try and crawl out by yourself with a knife jammed in your spine. (Metaphorically of course) So, I predict that I'll be a hobo next fall.

-School is sucking it up right now. Not for any particular reason mind you, it's just school. I already skipped French on Tuesday and I have no idea what the homework might have been. I also hate that the teacher is ACTUALLY French. Very little idea about American youth and our mannerisms, especially in College. So, my predicition is I will start wearing a Hitler mustache to class and she'll surrender to my will faster than Tony would orgasm if he touched a woman's breast.

-For those of you still wondering why bitchface wrote that cryptic comment in the last entry, please allow me to explain. I decided that day to try and be civil and ask for my "Clevenger Triology" DVD back. (The collected works of one awesomely awesome Jacob King)

However, she decided to be a pre-schooler about the whole thing. She also asked me to stop calling her names and say hi to her when I see her. Unfotunately for her, this is impossible. Firstly, nobody in my life dederves to be called a "rotten crotch stain" than her. Plus, any time I happen to see her, "Hi, how are ya" isn't the first thought in my mind. It's more like, "Oh christ, you're still alive? I though you'd have been crushed by a H3 by now." My prediction: She'll get shot by a battalion of old-timey Civil War recreationists and will have to have her head amputated. (By the way, the guy she's seeing now looks like a cancer patient with a bad case of herpes all over his face. Sounds like a winner to me.)

-Finally, exercise is go for awesome. I've decided to walk for at least 20 minutes every day. Once shit settles down, I'll put up a schedule. Since I'm already in walking class, my independent days will be Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Hopefully I'll stick with it and get really happy and have more energy to drink beer and party. My Prediction: In three years, after heavy training, I'll be a world champion speed walker.


Honorable Mentions
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Carrie: Only one more day...

Punxsutawny Phil: Don't be a douche... bring on an early spring for all the peoples.

Me: I'm ready for a nap.


"You want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life,"

~Nate-O