Thursday before Mardi Gras

Today is a horrible day. Well, weather wise at least. Basically, this entire second semester as been crappy with the exception of maybe a week. The climate has been cold to freezing and clear to cloudy. No one day has been the same or predictable. I woke up at about twelve in the afternoon today. It is kind of bothersome to wake up that late, because then you have things you would have liked to taken care of earlier on. But, of course you can always procrastinate. I have a big problem with procrastination sometimes. Especially when it comes to having to get my hours in the Math Zone. I hate that place. Mainly because I have to walk all the way across campus to get there and then sit in there for an hour and a half each time. At least it helps me understand my work most of the time. Anyway, enough about that boring stuff. Tomorrow I'm leaving for slidell until Sunday. Me and about eight of my buddies are goin to stay in slidell for the weekend. Tomorrow we are gonna go to the Selene parade at night and get hammered. After that we'll probably throw a party at my other friend's house all night. One of our good buddies is drivin down from Jackson and every time he comes around everyone just goes insane. It is completely awesome. Then after Friday is over with, we'll all get up around nine in the morning, eat and head to the Big Easy around twelve. We'll probably just walk around the French Quarter and check out some of the bad assness out there. Later on, we are gonna go catch the Endemeyon parade and get to see the most bad ass parade in New Orleans. And, of course, after that is over it will be time to hit up the ole Bourbon Street. I'm sure we won't be leaving the city until like six in the morning and we'll sleep most of the day Sunday and then wake up for the Superbowl and start partyin again. All in all this weekend is gonna be one to remember for a life time. I can't wait.

Weekend

So, this site is really pissing me off right now. I just wrote a freakin page and a little extra and when i tried to post it, it screwed up. I thought it was supposed to save automatically and it didn't. That is the stupidest thing that has happened all damn day. Now i am in a bad mood and want to break something. Have you ever been mad and the only thing that made you feel better was breaking something? I don't know why it relieves your stress, but it does. Maybe it transfers your anger into a different object and ultimately destroys it. Anyway, I saw something on Spike TV about a man who was skydiving and his parachute got tangeled up. He pulled out a knife and started to try and cut himself free. Unfortunately, his knife broke. The only piece of equipment that will save his life has just broke. How often does that happen?He has only 1,000 feet until he plumits to his death. Luckily, he carries a second knife. This time the knife doesn't break. He cuts himself free and pulls his resever parachute. He is safe again with only 500 feet to spare. That would not be a good way to die. Falling to your death would be one of the worst ways to die besides drowning, burning alive, being crushed to death, and suffucation. Last night i went to the Hunt club to see Cowboy Mouth. It wasn't really all that great, even though we got tickets for five bucks instead of 15. We tried to scalp the extra tickets that we had, but i think we did that a little to late. The show ended a little after 12 which is a rip-off for those who paid the 15 dollars and went around nine. I can't decide what i wnat to do this weekend. The choices are go to Laffayate and party with some friends up there or head to the coast and get krunk at the casino. Either way i will probably be spending too much money. I would rather go to the coast, mainly because it is a lot closer. I really don't feel like driving for around 4 hours and then having to turn around and do it the next day when i'm tired and hungover.