Day 9 : Let the Drummer Kick-Citizen Cope

Good afternoon, humans. I hope all of you are enjoying your summer. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and Gangsta Grace is on her way to Olaf to bring me an assortment of fruits. On a less pleasant note, there is a foul stench stinking up the hallway on the tenth floor of Mohn. It quite honestly smells like someone shit themselves and decided not to do anything about it. Unfortunately, the smell is strongest by the internet router which is incidentally where I typically sit to write these entries. As a result of this disadvantageous happenstance I have been receiving strange and incriminating looks from everyone that passes by. I haven't decided whether or not this bothers me. Actually, I'm fairly certain that I really don't care. What I'm not certain about is whether my lack of caring should be cause for concern. Is there something wrong with you when you really don't give a rat's fart (forgive my pun) whether your peers think you are the kind of person that would feel comfortable creating a stink like that in public? Is that really any worse than actually doing it? I need to find a new location.

So, what else is new? I read an unnecessarily long and terribly boring email today detailing all of the plans for summer construction at St. Olaf College. I put on my work out clothes and thought about going for a run. Finished off a bag of chips while singing loudly to Lilly Allen and kicking a water bottle around my room. Got chewed out by mom for being a lazy ass. Fair. Filled out some more applications. Thought a little more about how much I hate Northfield. Stared out my window again for a while and then bam five hours later here I am, writing my blog and thinking about how much I would love some Indian food right about now. It's a crazy life, folks. I know.

The clouds outside my room are unreal. The kind of clouds you might dream about but don't often see--Perfect puffs of white with flat blue bottoms like someone took a butter knife and leveled them off. They are so bright. They hurt my eyes when I stare at them. This makes me think of a joke I once heard. One guy says: 'Ask me why I'm wearing these sunglasses.' The other replies: 'Why?' First guy says: "Because... my future is so bright,' then laughs hysterically to himself. Good one. Time to go tear shit up. I'm painting this city silver tonight.

Yeah, you should listen to the song of the day: Let the Drummer Kick by Citizen Cope

"For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry... although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself." APWBD