New semester, same situation

I'm reaching that point in every semester where I begin to strive for the absolute minimum effort I can put forth to get by. It seems as though it doesn't matter how hard I work in the duration of the semester, I still reach this point where I'm forced to compromise my academic standards. It's cold here again and I sort of feel like drinking (again) but everyone is gone on break and Peter is in Detroit. Oh well, I have enough to keep me busy. Rest assured I'll be roped into another half-assed episode of SNL.

Work, again, the Montreal maze

I'm back at work with Peter. Funny how when I'm in class or stuck at my house with no other option but to do homework I would give anything just to dick around online, and then when I work and actually get a chance to waste time on the internet, I become horribly, horribly bored almost immediately. Work, more than any other activity makes me want to hit the bar. This is probably why I drink every monday night. But then again, every time I go to the bar on monday, I feel as though I have to mingle because I vaguely know just about everyone there. I never really get a chance to sit down and drink, which, to be honest, is what I really go there for in the first place. Of course, I then try to compensate for this lack of relaxation by simply drinking more. This makes for great tuesday mornings. Tonight, I am going to sit back and drink just a beer or two.
Last night I had a dream that Christina and I were vacationing in Montreal and we decided to join a swingers club. We got on a bus that went underground through a maze of tunnels until we got to this skanky swinger bar. We were both about to go off with other people but we decided we were too selfish to participate in that sort of activity. I spent the rest of my dream trying to find my way out of the tunnels underneath Montreal. I woke up feeling exhausted.
Interested in visiting Montreal? Maybe you can check out the swinger scene. Visit http://www.tourism-montreal.org

I am the worst boyfriend ever

Today I woke up and realized that if Christina was to get a birthday card from me on-time I should have sent it Saturday. Normally, I'm a thoughtful and all-around good person to be in a relationship with (or so I think). Perhaps my slew of ex-girlfriends would beg to disagree with this statement.
Tonight I have work with "all my little bitches." It will be another night of trying to get my little bitches to call people in New England as fast as they can so that I will be able to have somewhat of a Christmas break. After work, it is on to my important weekly appointment at the bar. (that's right, Monday nights) More updates to come...

The end of my blogger virginity

Last night I made fun of Peter for being a blogger. In fact, I didn't entirely believe him. But now look at me, really, look at me. I will never again be able to make fun of nerds like you, eliminating yet another group from my ever-diminishing repetoire of insultees. Thanks for checking out this site. Hopefully I will soon be able to publish works that are much more worth reading than this one. Peter, I apologize.