An Idle Mind is the Devil's Playground pt. 1

Oh wow. So it's like 9:40pm right now, and I have an entire story of Beowulf left to finish and a paper to write about it, and I haven't done any real work as of yet. I've been totally and utterly hooked on MySpace, and I'm convinced this place has some sort of evil demonic power that it exudes over it's victims calling them back here on a daily basis. I'm sure that when I go to sleep tonight, I'll be seeing all kinds of screenames and the sort in my head. But in truth, I like this place a lot.

I got a good chance to actually go and search around and give myself time to breathe. And what I found out there is quite amazing. I even emailed quite a few ladies and gents, and hopefully I'll be getting some responses back within the next few days or whatnot. Some of the pictures out there are utterly breathtaking, while others are...let's just keep it friendly. Anyway, I suppose I should be working on Hrothgar and his men in their castle, but in truth, I'd rather be back out there searching for more people to connect with. I suppose I have to be a crackfiend and tear myself away from the site long enough to get some work done and go to sleep. Otherwise, I'll show up to Mr. Bourquin's class tomorrow looking like an undead zombie. And of course, we don't wanna disappoint that man. Speaking of which, now's a good time to describe precisely what went down the other day when I went into his class.

We were just chilling out waiting for him to show up and whatnot when suddenly, I'm thinking to myself what I've heard about the man, and I'm thinking that he's going to be like some seventy year old geezer that doesn't know what the hell he's talking about (aka Ms. Russell) and all that, and I was truly dreading the class and all that good stuff. When suddenly in the middle of my thoughts, this man comes through the door and totally just blows everyone away. He looked like he was lifted right off the cover of playgirl magazine. 6'4, 200, very built, very muscular, Colgate smile with perfect hair, it was ridiculous. And in that instant, the girl behind me some crazy bitch named Julie just gasped and vocalized what everyone else in the class was thinking at the same time. I mean, this guy was gorgeous! And that doesn't describe the true magnitude of what I'm saying. Only a picture could do justice, and I'm not sure I can get one. But I'll definately have to work on it. And then we went from GQ magazine to Lord of the Rings with Professor Ladd's class. He's a really good teacher, but he's completely absorbed with his studies. And he's making us do entirely too much work. But then again, *sigh* it's the work of a English major, I suppose. And tomorrow my best girlfriend, Jessica is returning for one night, but I doubt I'll be able to see her, because I'm seriously trying to sleep for my classes which are everyday. Hopefully it will work out. I suppose now I'll go and work now. Till tomorrow.

The Day of the Rest of Your Life

Hey all, what's up, I've decided to enter into the realm that is the blog. And as I'm looking around this site, I've decided that I'm hooked. My only worry is that this place is gonna go dead within two months, and then everyone that's there now is going to be gone, making this another useless and completely wasted website, (aka LiveJournal). But anyway, I think it's great that everyone has decided to come together and make this effort possible, and I'm loving that fact that you can connect with all these people. And also, some of the people here are hot like "WHAT?!" But yeah, I think I'm gonna have like mad fun messing around with this place.