Another Friday Night...
Yeah, it's 7:30 on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in front of my computer right now writing this post. This is the lameness of my life. I have no life right now it would seem. Perhaps I only have myself and my natural timidness to blame, but it changes nothing.
Today in Ancient and Medieval, we had a group of cameramen taping our class session. I totally trounced my opponents in a Socratic debate, but the main one was too dumb to realize it, and the debate ended before I could finish making my point with the intelligent one. At any rate, quite amusing. Well, back to my normal state of affairs, i.e., sitting dejectedly in my room.
Will out.

Further Proof that Education and Humor are Not Necessarily Corresponding
I found this, and I could not help but laugh.

All Quiet on the Western Front
Ummm...I suppose it depends on where you are in the world...but I digress. Today was pretty much boring. I went to Astronomy, kicked ass on a test I didn't study one wit for, and then hung out for the rest of the day. Last night, my good friend Brett celebrated the 21st year since springing from his mother's loins. We all went out to Red Robin for dinner. It was pretty fun. Afterwards, Aaron and I went back to his room and watched The Matrix on his surround-sound system. Believe me, the lobby shooting-spree never looked so good. Quite fun, really. Umm...I think that's really all there is to say. Oh, yeah. Mike Achterman has his foot so far down his mouth, it must be ergonomically impossible for him to type anymore. Either that, or his editor at the school paper sucks. I don't know which. Well, I guess that about wraps it up for this post.
Will out

He's not dead, he's pining for the Fjords!
Today has been one of those rare days that are just incomparable. It started off relatively mildly, with a typical boring astronomy class. It's not that I don't like the subject of astronomy, I just don't like the prof. I think he's arrogant, short-sighted, and apathetic about the discipline. But that's another story.
At any rate, today I received in the mail a boxed set of Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl. This sparked a day-long Pythonic marathon. Some of the sketches are just so perfect, there is nothing to be said except for "Australia! Australia! We love ya'! Amen!" Ahhhh, yes. Such is the good life. British humor is that which makes life interesting, and suits me well.