gah.

So I'm sitting here in Levres' room, trying to relax and shit... This week has been absolute ass, which, is in fact, an UPGRADE from the last three weeks. So I'm just chilling here while she takes a nap, waiting for ER to come on. Anyhow, there's this thing at UMass called Southwest week. Southwest is one of the residential areas on campus - Every residential area gets some special thing near the end of the year to celebrate... Well... I don't know, to celebrate drunkenness? I live in the Central residential area, where we only get one weekend of drunken insanity as mostly shitty, but some good hippie bands "rock out" in front of my building. Bleh, I had to spend the entire weekend coding an assignment for fucking Artificial Intelligence anyhow.

Okay, so here's what I'm trying to get to.. This is the second night where this fucking "Southwest Week" celebrating "Where the Wild Things Live" (Fucking horrible thing to associate with such a wonderful book, but I digress) where ANNOYING LOUD SHIT has been happening under the window. Two nights ago they fucking blared Finding Forrester and Road Trip, or something undernieth her window, and tonight its some EXTREMELY SHITTASTIC band playing HORRIBLY undernieth her window. Please keep in mind that her window is 14 floors up, and it fucking sounds like they're playing in the room. Later on (OH, YAY) some local to Massachusetts band called Dispatch comes on.. I guess they're some big-fuckin-tadoo around here. I heard the sound check, and that was more than enough for Levres and I. If that weren't enough, even if I wanted to see these bands, the crowd that is out there to see them is a bunch of Jocks fucked up on NITROUS D0000D! Geh.. I wish they would all turn to doing big fat lines of coke, and start overdosing like mad. The 80's weren't so bad for some things, I guess. I just remembered that in Crocodile Dundee the Croc goes to a party and some fucked up guy in leather keeps asking him if there's coke at the party, and then he makes some fat dude do coke by putting it in a bowl of hot water and putting a damp cloth over his head. That's truly fucked up.

The point, if I have one, is this.. Just because its University Supported SHITTY SHITTY Noise, doesn't mean that I want to hear it. The exact opposite is true, really... Anything the University is behind in terms of "entertainment" is generally fucking horrible.

This brings me to the UMass Summer Concert. The summer concert is this excuse for the school to blow $750,000.00 of MY GODDAMN TUITION MONEY to have such wonderful acts as Lil' Kim, Uncle Kracker, and The Dropkick Murphies. I think Arcee likes the latter.. but, either way.. I think it would be better to have a fucking raffle and give a bunch of kids free tuition for four years, every year, rather than to have this shittastic concert which no one goes to. They put the fucking thing right before finals too.... I really don't get it. If you ask me, they'd be better off buying every student an eight of weed and a fifth of vodka... Let us entertain ourselves.

Bleh.. I'm OLD, and I'm Out.

-JW

PS - The other day I was watching one lesbian fuck another lesbian in the ass with a strap on, dressed in clown makeup (on video, of course). Who the fuck gets *anything* out of that? It scared the shit out of me. Meh.