All Hail, Northeastern,
We sing in jubilee,
All Hail, Northeastern,
March proudly, ever free;

All Hail, Northeastern,
We give salute to thee,
Through the years,
We ever will acclaim
Thy glorious destiny.

this is the "All Hail Northeastern", poem/song/thing that i found on my seat at the hockey game the other day. if anyone has any idea what this is please let me know. i had no previous knowledge of a northeastern fight song or whatever the hell this is. i dont know. but it is pretty crappy whatever it is. i only like the end: "We ever will acclaim thy glorious destiny". i will definitely acclaim northeasterns glorious destiny.

good kids from home came to visit me here. they are cool, jacob, jimmy, crystal and her friends from school. the night was a good one. and by good, i mean we got stupidly drunk. today i am stupid slap happy and making a fool of myself while at the same time being wicked bored. i know if i had just gotten more sleep then i wouldnt be able to be mesmorized by things like pulling my shade up and down. stupid as it may sound, i found myself doing this for atleast 5 minutes. i like watching it zoom up. jeez.

jon stewart on the daily show made several very valid points. point number one (im paraphrasing). 4 out of 5 dentists recommend sugarless gum. that means that 20 percent of all dentists recommend sugared gum. so if you are not over 20 percent than you are in crazy land. point number two. i wish i could be in the room when the word "assassination" got turned into "regime change"? while the first point just sorta made me laugh the second made me start thinking. basically that is what we are doing. we are going into iraq and we are going to kill saddam hussein. granted he is a bad person of low moral standards, but we (america) are going into uncharted waters. never to my own personal knowledge have we bombed the piss out of a place cause we thought they might get some nuclear weapons. what about china. we know for a fact that they have all kinds of nasty shit, plus they are communist. why dont we bomb those guys? is it because there is shit for oil and natural resources in china ..... probably. is it because we want a war to stimulate our economy against someone we know the public already hates and that we know we can win ..... probably. is the reason why seemingly no one gives a rats ass about any of this because we dont live in iraq ..... probably. is the united states going to go to war and start world war 3 ..... probably. do i know what i would tell our government to do instead, should they be inclined to listen to a 20 year old on the verge of being kicked out of college ..... certainly not.

while i am not going to go into detail about my arrest as i previously promised i would like to say that after spending the night on a cold metal bed, i do not recommend jail. that phonecall you get. yeah, its a load of crap. i asked about it and they said "Sure, you can make all the calls you want", cause there is a phone in the cell, but it is really crappy and i couldnt even get an outside line. anyway, the point of this blog is that i recently found a scab on my ankle and had been unable to determine its origin. as i sit here picking at it, i realize that it is from the shackels i had to wear in the holding cell of nearby roxbury courthouse. yes, its true. they had us in handcuffs and shackels. while being held in a cell under armed guard, i wonder where they thought we could run to. not taking any chances i guess. anyway, those stupid shackels cut up my friggin ankles like a bastard. stupid cops. ive found that when i start writing entries to this, i often begin to ramble off the subject and/or think of something else to say that in my head takes precedence over the story im currently telling. that didnt really happen in this blog, but i thought that it might help explain some other blogs. anyway, since i no longer have my id i have been demoted to asking people to get me beer and having to conform to their procedure. ie, going to the store they usually go to, and when they want etc. the reason i mention any of this is because the store my friend shawn goes to happens to be in friendly roxbury. i went with him on monday and had to wait in a sketchy park. i actually feared for my life and muttered "oh shit" anytime i saw something move. roxbury sucks.

i spent today sitting on my couch not getting called by gillette. the chris' left for home leaving me alone in the palace of fun (our suite). so far i have played hours of online games, (thanks to steph for giving me the ip), played a couple games of allstar baseball 2003, and watched some tv. so basically without my suitemates the palace of fun is the palace of amazing boredom. last night we went costume shopping and naturally, as we were walking down newbury st., we stopped in condom world. suprisingly enough i had never been in there and i wasnt not sure how comfortable i was going to feel. when i got there though it wasnt that bad. they had quite a variety of different dildos and other ass/vaginal pleasure makers. i especially enjoyed the giant condom designed to be a halloween costume. after leaving condom world a homeless guy kept badgering us for "a little help". after every store we went into on that street (there were like 6) he was there. "little help fellas?". he wouldnt give up. at the time i wanted to just yell at him, look buddy i dont have any friggin change so leave us alone. instead i just walked by not making eye contact feeling secure that if i had change i would have given him some. when i got back last night and i found that i did in fact have change i felt sorta bad.

i just read what i wrote, and i have to agree, that it all makes sense right now, but ill return to my normal self in the morning. and by normal i mean that ill be uncomfortable talking to girls i like, not knowing what to say, trying to impress them, and being to much of a chicken shit to actually say that i like them. yes, drinking is truly a valuable key to unlocking the secrets of the mind. and getting arrested.

when i drink, a lot of things happen. one of these things id like to talk about now, is that when im drunk, like now, i think like a girl. i dont mean that in the respect that i like men, etc. i mean that in the fact that i over analyze things. now, after writing that and being too lazy to delete it, i will instead attempt to explain it. my simple (very simple) definition of the difference between male and female thinking is this: women read into everything very deeply and try to find hidden meanings, while guys do the very opposite. we take things at face value. no thought of secret messages or anything like that. i feel that this is the root of the constant argument between the sexes. "girls are confusing, they dont make sense." "guys suck". ive heard each of these sentences in their different forms close to 1.3 million times. all people need to realize is how the other sex thinks. when i get drunk i figure all this shit out and then i'll wake up and not have a clue. im far too lazy to proof-read this paragraph that ive just completed so i apologize if it is incomprehensible.

holy snatchface. first we got written up this morning for beer cans during the room inspection cause we didnt know it was today. then everything else in the world went wrong for residents of this suite. but to almost make up for it, hamels brother gave us this little gem. it is pretty much the best thing i have ever seen.

i think pete has the best away messages ever.
Auto response from sprtcs182: ever like walk naked to you fridge in the middle of the night, but then when you open the door and the light goes on you notice someone was watching you the whole time. and at first you were embarrased but then you got into it and started to like it?......no......yeah that has never happened to me either.........ever.