The day after your last final

THESE days, my fellow readers, are the types of days that keep humans chuggin along. No responsibilities, no deadlines, nothing but man and free will. It is these types of days that separate America from the Commies. My options are limitless, I could:

- Sit around and play PS3 for 24 hours straight
- Learn how to make a new extravagant meal
- Go to a crummy dive bar all day and make some townie-friends (not that there's anything wrong with that!)
- Join a cult
- Go to church (check that, Mass was at 12, my first choice of sleeping in until 2 PM crossed that one off the list by default, oh shucks....)
- Start my own religion (kind of hard to do in 1 day, but it only took the Christians 7, right?!?)
- Catch up on Dexter
- Catch up on Californication
- Get the summary of said shows off wikipedia, get caught up, and still have 23 hours and 50 minutes left in my day
- Work out (gasp!!)

Point proven. The possibilities are endless really. In the end, I'll probably sit around all day trying to figure out what to do. That sounds about right.

I lied

I can't take it anymore. Apathy has set in. As a result, I've been perusing the Netflix Instant Watch pretty hard lately.

Which brings me to my next point.

Scarface, while admittedly pretty badass with some nice Shakespearean tragedy tones to boot, really just isn't worth all of the hype it gets in my opinion. After another viewing of it recently, I've finally figured out what it is about it that makes it so meh for me.

I can't stand the 80s. All the disco/synth transition music and creepy fashions - that I'm sure will probably be back in style by my completion of this post - and big hair really just doesn't do it for me. Probably all the Blondie Mom had be listen to as a kid (Moment of honesty: My mom didn't make me listen to that much Blondie, but IMO any Blondie is too much Blondie, so that's that). Any time I hear, see, or smell (I'm looking at you, Jellies) anything reminiscent of the 80s, I feel like I've just been hit right on the tip of where it counts, and as any guy will tell you, the tip is where it hurts the worst.

So in conclusion, I'm blaming you, 1980-1989, for my disdain of the otherwise good film Scarface.

Glad I got that off my chest.

It's like they intentionally wanted to ruin this shot with 80s grossness.

Finals suck

Top 5 other things that suck
5.) The Steelers
4.) My fluids grade (assuming said exam went as wonderfully as it felt)
3.) The fact that I've spent essentially all of my money on things that I shouldn't have spent that much money on, and it is now Christmas time. Sorry guys...
2.) The fact that I caved and spent the little money I have left on food for this week. The good news is, I don't need to taste Ramen for another few weeks. The bad news is, food just isn't that fun.
1.) Your mom.

Back to increased regularity following Wednesday...