11:42 p.m. and this is what I make of it.

It's 11:42 right now and I'm really tired.   I should be going to bed, but sadly I'm too lazy to get up from this comfy chair and go get in bed (my bed is really high and I usually have to get a running start to jump.)  My roommate is in the shower and the soap smells really good.  

Gosh it's only Monday.  This is going to be one of the slowest weeks.  And I keep getting a whiff of something not so pleasant..  Lovely.  :/  

One of my friends has been accepted to the West Point Military Academy and I'm really proud of him!  Apparently around 40,000 people apply and only 1,200 are accepted, so congrats!  I'm glad he's going out and doing something with his life.  

On the other hand, I'm a little worried about the students who are getting accepted to my school.  The question isn't "Can you get in?" it's "Can you stay?"  And quite frankly, I don't think many of them can..or will.  Next year will be interesting.  I still have hope though.  Perhaps there will be some really cool juniors.  Perhaps they will make the mistake of using flowers as tools of artistry and decorate the sidewalks.  heh heh heh

Oh by the way, about two years ago me and my best friend started this thing where every time we'd write each other a note, we'd include an original haiku.  They got pretty ridiculous.

Remember that time

You made fried bologna?

Yeah.. that was tastey.