A Road Less Traveled

Sometimes I sit to write and find that I just dont have any stories, nothing that amuses me so much at the moment. You could say that these are inopportune times to express myself, after all, it is not called the philisophical ranting freshman. If you did say that, and you know who you are...feel free to write a comment to me so I can ridicule your inarticulacy. Burn. Welcome to my blog.
I guess its time to reveal the side of me I keep so cunningly hidden behind my exquisite choice of words and my sensational gift for language. That's right, within this bitingly masculine powerhouse of an individual lies a deep thinker. I mean I try to keep it hidden; if you had even a moment of doubt after witnessing my displays of dizzying intellect and perceptiveness then you are lacking in more ways then even I can make fun of. Ready yourselves my lost children, for it is time to lead you to Neverland. (And yes I do mean that in the Michael Jackson sense of the word. Call me).
It seems that in my skillful renditions of my escapades at this fine institution, I had overlooked a description of the institution itself, an action in which I am extremely remiss given the ripe material practically begging for my professional commentary. In my defense, I was distracted by the sounds of certain aforementioned electronic producer of heated air. For those of you waiting with bated breath for that incomparable moment where I paint a beautiful yet accurate picture of my environment, never fear, I will do it in the next blog. It appears that I have grown bored. I could do it now, but I wont. No, that would be predictable. Somebody play lowrider...