Well, another week, another set of trials convictions and failures. But don’t be alarmed, for I have some terrific news: I got to go to MTU (Michigan Technical University for all you n00b5 out there). The car ride was immensely long and, without the aide of Lewis Black, it could have been very boring. I’m pretty sure, when we first stopped to eat, that we were in Gaylord, but I’m not sure. Once there, and in a Burger King (I’m not making this next part up!) a guy in a Twinkie outfit walks in and starts talking to the manager. After he finishes, he strolls up to me and proclaims: “Hey I know you! Don’t you remember me?” I say know and hope that he will leave. Finally after 5 minutes of him insisting that I must know him, he pulls out his student I.D. I still didn’t know him, but apparently, he was that one male cheerleader from my freshman year. I still don’t know how he knew me; I never talked to the kid. Either way, he handed Justin and I both a Twinkie (which he grabbed from some “place” in his Twinkie suit) and went about on his way. Later on that night we finally get to our hotel room, about 9:30. Once we get in the room, Phil NEVER STOPS FARTING! It goes like that for 5 minutes when he says: “Omg, I think if I fart one more time I’m gonna shit myself!” So I tell him to go to the bathroom with it. Several bad sounds ensue, and when he comes out, he says he plugged the toilet. How the hell does someone plug a hotel bathroom toilet?! They were frickin made to eat chopped up body parts! But I digress. We got to Northern the next morning, and had a hullabaloo. Phil is learn things, Justin is learn things, I is see pretty colors. Following a day of that, we made it to Houghton, just in time for everything on MTU’s campus to close. One more night of a long enduring car ride and we made it home. I got junk I got to get done for now. C ya all later! The Geek