Glade: Fresh scent!

Wandering about the WSU campus, I look at the building names and realize that I'd really like to be filthy rich someday.

The majority of buildings here are named after people who donated large sums of money to the University. I walk by Southside Dining Center, and notice the name on the building is Hall, (the first name escapes me...) So Mr. Hall donated a ton of money to WSU, and if this guy is anything like me, he was hoping they would name a residence hall after him.

For instance, I live in Stephenson Hall.

I sorta wonder if this Hall guy donated money for the shiggles of a residence hall here being called Hall Hall.

Imagine the confusion...

"Dude, which hall are you in?"

"Hall."

Back to my original point, I'd like to one day have a ridiculous sum of money I could straight up give to WSU, preceded by a temporary name change to Werxfunkcarblemaincat, or something.

.....And thats what has been on my mind lately.

Oh yea, classes started yesterday.

Monday Wednesday Friday- Gened and Math.
Tuesday and Thursday- Engrish, Psych, and Music.

Earliest class= 10:10, meaning if I eat in my dorm and shower quickly, I can sleep in until like 9:45 if I really want to, and even later on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I got homework from all 5 classes.

I wanted to refrain from telling people this, as I knew their smug reaction would be "Welcome to college"

Naturally, I inform my mother that every single on of my professors assigned either reading or an assignment, and her reaction were the exact words.... Welcome to college.

The thing is, I saw it all coming. Currently, I have completed Gened, psych, english, half of music, and half of math. I hope to finish music tonight (which is due Thursday) and math tomorrow (which is due Monday.)

So for now, I feel like I have a decent grip on things.

For now.

Me and the rec center are becoming good buddies. After a ridikulus (ree dik ooh luhs) leg workout, I walked back to my dorm (a lovely 15-20 minute walk depending on pace) and threw together one of the best things ever:

Well, the first thing I saw when I opened my fridge was bread.

So I grab a slice of bread.

Looking up, I see peanut butter.

So I smear so of the substance on the bread, and just as I'm about to call it done, I see the bag of flamin hot cheetos out of the corner of my eye, and without thinking twice pour a small bit on the bread, roll it all together, and a few seconds later I was rather satisfied and downing my glass of chocolate milk.

And now ima go watch Dexter.