SPRING BREAK

Captain's Log:

March 15
1:02 AM

Five days into Spring Break and I'm drunk as hell. Wild orgies of beer and nude coeds dancing have left me intoxicated yet thirsty for more. Spending the week at Holiday Inn sure is fun.

Yup. Holiday Inn. Where high speed internet reaches a blinding 5kbps. Hell yeah.

Been living the bum's life for the past few days. Early to bed at 3am and up early at 1pm, surviving on a sustenance of BBQ chips and water. Mmmm... BBQ chips...

Had plans to visit Canada along with Maxi but never got to complete the Canadian visa application form. Hail to the god of procrastination!

Been getting weird looks from the cleaning lady too. She's been wanting to spruce up our room but keeps finding its occupants sprawled on their beds when she comes around past noon, maybe 1, 2 or 3pm (yeah, I've got a roommate who, apparently, shares with me an inclination for the fine art of bumming). This has been going on for the past few days now and I am only awake enough when she knocks and peeks in to make out the look of curiosity, bemusement, or probably intense disgust on her face.

Tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow will be the day I get my lazy ass off this soft and ooh so cozy bed (which is twice the size of my dormroom bed) and study the textbooks I brought along. STUDYYYYEEEEEEeeeo.

Break's not been a total waste though. Been to Boston Table Tennis Club twice this week. During which I got off the wrong bus stop. Twice. Courtesy of some helpful dude giving us the wrong directions (Japanese pingpong buddy Shigeaki with me on my second trip). Ended up walking down some highway in search of the train stop. The highway of truth, hope, and lurve. At midnight.

It's all been swell but whoops, gotta go. Another wild beach party's underway. Wet T-shirt contest's coming up and uhhhh, I gotta go get my white T-shirt ready..