Fun with chocolate.

For those of you who haven't heard this story, here it is. ..

Last night I made the voyage down to Roscoes, or "scoes" if you will. Upon my return my room mate was sleeping in my bed because there was a Bulgarian guy passed out in his. Taking much more effort than it should have, I finally got him out of my bed and persisted to get ready for sleep. My sleep preparation also included me removing a box of chocolates off of my bed that were left there from earlier in the night. So I do that, eating a couple of them in the process and went to sleep in what I thought to be an empty bed. About six hours later I woke up and looked over to find a huge chocolate smear on my sheets. Upon further investigation I found that there was chocolate on my arm, my comforter and later found the perpetrator, a single piece of chocolate under my pillow. There was chocolate all over the place and it was a fairly big pain in the ass trying to get it all cleaned up. So that was my wild weekend at Luther college. If anyone else has some sweet, wild stories that they would like to share feel free to leave a comment. The only person that has taken advantage of that feature is some crazed mystery person. The only reason I have left it up this long is because it is my only comment and it makes me feel like people actually read this. Well it is time for me to crawl into my chocolate free (??) bed and somehow make it to accounting in 7 1/2 hours.

Peace and peaches.

Hello From Luther College

Hey, I am back at school. I moved in a couple days ago and just started classes today. It feels good to not be working 40 hours a week and even better to be playing the saxophone on a regular basis. Other than moving in and getting my social life back into full swing I really haven't done much of anything in the past couple days. I have a couple auditions coming up, one tomorrow and another early next week, so that should be a grand ol' time and I can hardly wait.

More importantly, though, I have discovered the sweet nectar that some might call Dr. Pepper. I, on the other hand, call it addicting and phenomenal. I am like a chain smoker, only instead of smoking I reach for an ice cold can of sugary greatness. It is like a fix that I can't live with out, or maybe I could, but really wouldn't want to? It is really hard to say, this whole matter confuses the hell out of me. None the less if it wasn't for Dr. Pepper my life would be meaningless and uneventful. I mean what is better than slowly giving yourself diabetes and rotting out all of your teeth? Yeah that's right, nothing. So all you doctor pepper drinkers in the world, hold your "dp" up high and show your pride, because screw Bush, screw Kerry, when it comes to the election of 2004 I am voting for Dr. Pepper, the only candidate with a PhD in pleasure, and satisfaction.