I Heart College

I do. I heart college. In fact, I luuurrrvve it. My Neoclassical Lit class is *awesome*, my Alpha Seminar is *so* *cool* and my French class is *magnefique*. I am *learning* *stuff*.

Also, I don't have to get up at 7:00am.

Yes, yes, college is going quite well indeed. So very much has happened that I am altogether overwhelmed by the idea of putting it all down here.

So I won't try. I'll just try to be more faithful from now on... and we'll see how that goes.

I will, however, tell you just a teensy bit about my weekend.

Yesterday I went to the company party on my boss' 75 foot houseboat. There was a waterslide, a live band, a hot tub, and lots and lots of Boone's Farm. I went swimming, slid down the slide, dancing to the band, did *not* get in the hot tub, and had exactly *two* swigs of Boone's Farm, one of them Melon Ball and the other Orange Something.

I did not get drunk, naked, or otherwise interesting at all.

But I did have fun.

My mother was quite disappointed in me, especially since I kept blowing off all the half-naked men. I don't think she quite understands how it was I spent nine months in *her* *womb* and yet turned out the way I did; completely uncorruptable. Ah, well. We all disappoint our parents I suppose.