On this, my 6,617th day of existence, I began the third day of college.

A word to all members of the class of 2005 and beyond:

College is fucking easy as hell. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Granted, it might get harder, but that prospect is VERY hard to imagine with the classes that I'm currently taking.

I've come to the astute realization that having graduated from Auburn High School makes me about 652 times more intelligent than everyone else here. For example, today in English we were asked to analyze the following passage:

"Yes, yes if you please, no reference to examples in books. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything."

-Jane Austen (Who I Happen to HATE more than anything, besides Dickens) from Persuasion

Anyway, I said the obvious: "Austen's speaker is convinced that written history is so saturated with male viewpoints, and the bias inherent in those viewpoints, that all of it is less than credible... etc."

When the rest of the class was asked what they thought, the majority of the responses went something like this:

"I didn't understand it" or "I don't even know man"

Is this a mistake? Did they put me in the special needs class by mistake? It should be extra interesting when we start on Heart of Darkness. "So, wait is Kurtz a good guy or bad guy?" This is going to be such a fucking headache.

Anyway, here are some pics from the past couple of days:

On the way up here on Sunday, I encountered



cool looking clouds,



blinding rain,



and a sunset that poems are written about.



New decorations! A large "FU" made of free Little Caesar's magnets. Also notice Ye Olde Led Zeppelin Blacklight Poster.



My work station.



The left side.



The right side.



My declaration of undying AU allegiance.



This is the outside of my door. This tells all people that pass by it not to knock because the occupant is one of those people that you don't want to start a conversation with for fear of having your head bitten off.



The stairs I have to climb to reach my bed each night. Not a good journey for inebriated folks. Fortunately, I come back to Auburn on the weekends.



The view from my window.



My UM Student ID. It looks like I've been living in the mountains in a lean-to shelter. In addition, my hair takes up the entire width of the picture. That's Just 2 Sweet.



The UM Belltower.



Or maybe this is it. I don't know. There is about a hundred of these fucking things and I can't figure out which one is making noise!



Ooh I can't wait for the Triangle X Censored Party. That sounds like a hella-good time.

So yeah, I've been here awhile. I've only met a select few cool folk. There's a guy on my floor named Michael Jordan. Unfortunately he's a doughy white guy, but he's still cool. There's a few other cool folk I've met but there is no shortage of lame asses here. For example, there is some shit ass across the hall from me who has his shitty music going loudly 24/7. SHUT THE FUCK UP! NO ONE LIKES LINKIN PARK OR SALIVA, MOTHERFUCKER!

OK, well I'm coming back on Friday, and going to The Acoustic Planet Tour in ATL on Saturday. See you G's then.