College Cares

So, I am writing this blog from a computer lab, in a student center, in a building, on UK Campus.

I guess that is kind of cool. I have decided that I am going to do most of my posts through here, because I have this tremendous two hour break between classes, from 9-11.(Oooooh Spooky) Nothing even good to do at that time.

Nevertheless, I will come to you despite the urging of conspiracy theorists that suggest my corelation with 9-11 is a ill omen and I should stay locked in the Disaster Shelter Bathrooms, found all about UK, to ensure I am not bombed... to death.

Also, tonight is the grand opening party for Prince Hookah Lounge, my place of employment. It starts at 8 and continues to about 3 am. YAY.
So, if you happen to read this and you happen to be in close proximity to me, come on over and see me some time.
( I do realize that I have only, two or three consistent readers and also that none of them are even close to me. So that was just wasted section of writing.

Ok, one more thing, yesterday I had my first class of my once weekly seminar class, Modern Innovations through Psychology, which has nothing to do with psychology. And our professor, Phillip Kramer, being the deputy provost, decided that we didn't need the shitty basement room at the bottom of Funkhouser. So we walked about 15 minutes to a new building, where Kramer informed the woman in charge we will be having class in here. She started to say something, then stopped. We walked right past her, sat in the classroom and began. THAT IS POWER.

I think I may like this man.

Also, regarding my next poem. Would you rather hear something regarding free speech and non-conformity or something about hookah? ( I realize I probably won't even get an answer.)