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Am not as married to my 'puter as I used to be. Am married to the kitchen now :P

My bandana hides the fact that there's a hole somewhere in my brain and sensibility's drip, drip, dripping away like a leaky faucet.

Y'know how everyone says ("as much as we don't want to admit it") that once you attend university, you are considered a part of the elite of humanity? Not just because you have the money or the smarts to get into one, but just because you ARE in one. Personally, I beg to differ, but that's an entirely different matter altogether.
Now, what brought up this observation?

Punky persuaded us to show up for the TACSU party downtown, so we caught the pub bus, filled to the brim with "the elite of humanity", or, "the world's future leaders". Indeed. Drunk, crazy-ass loud individuals, screaming on top of their lungs in what seems to be a futile attempt at holding a conversation, all squashed in a bus which, Sarah and I deduced, was taking us "straight to hell". That's right, it was packed and loud, and if that wasn't bad enough, alcoholic fumes (mostly beer) emanated from all around. Stone-cold sober, I observed the antics of 18 and 19 year olds (don't ask, I just know), all the while thinking "what the..?!". At this point, I realized I was truly old.
If the bus ride down wasn't interesting enough, the 1am bus back was even more enlightening, from the girl who passed out to the one who puked all over herself. Yes, and lets not forget the ones who tried to decapicitate my head in their drunken attempts to get a hold of what I really don't know.

Elite. HAH!

It's been three hours since I started typing this. Maybe I should actually post it.

Currently listening to: DMX's Party Up
Current emotion: .
Random observation: 6 weeks and counting.