Few updates: DAYS LEFT OF SCHOOL: 7 CURRENT RECORD OF REJECTIONS: 0-39 NUMBER OF HOURS CONSECUTIVELY AWAKE: 51 Yes, it's almost the end of the year. A time when you either decide "Fuck it, I'm not going to class because I'm not gonna pass anyway" or "Fuck it, I'm not going to class because I already got an A". I don't really fall into either one of those categories, I just don't show up for classes the week before finals because there's nothing to do, and I already know that I passed all my classes. I didn't really have a choice, my parents said they would kill me if I got below a 2.0...again. Hey, it's not my fault that I slept through my english final last year. I don't know whose fault it is, but I'M sure as hell not taking the blame for it. I'm broke, but I've been making money writing papers for people, which works out. I mean, I'm an english major and nobody I know really knows how to write a paper on their own, so I just do it for them. It's like, $5 a page, which seems high but when you realize that if you don't turn these in, you fail the class, it seems like a really, really good deal. I'm still not officially "in" the fraternity, but I will be as of Sunday. I had to buy a bunch of stuff for that today, which set me back about $60, and all the stuff I bought was on sale. See, apparently we need a dress shirt and a tie, and I don't own either one of those things, and being 5'7 doesn't really make you able to borrow clothes from other people 'cause nobody's really your size. Anyway, theres a party tonight, and I've come to the conclusion that if I don't get anything even close to a "yes" when I ask a chick if they want to hang out, I'm done. I mean, if I hit the 0-40 mark, it's pointless to keep asking. Well...its either stop asking or ratchet up my alcohol intake about 40%. Either way I'll kinda see where the night takes me. Anyway, I'm outta here. TIGERS ARE 9-7 as of today, still in 3rd. MIKE: Oh my god, my girlfriend is SO great. I can't wait to see her this weekend. So, hows that streak going? ME: Piss off. MIKE: What? ME: Sorry, sorry, I've been up for 2 days and I'm a little irritable, so...well...you know what, its just easier to tell you to shut up.