Graduating College / Turning Up the Treble / Some Mo' Food Fo Thought

First of all big ups, BIG UPS, to Grandma and Grandpa Palmer for hookin me up with some sweet, sweet cash money for graduation.

Oh yeah, that's right. I graduated Emerson College on Monday. Aside from a select few people and some memories, I am so glad to be out of that traveling circus that calls itself an accredited college and never have to put up with its homojew-ness ever again.

Okay, fine. There were plenty of awesome times at Emerson College, which I'm sure are going to outlive the bad ones in my memory the older I get. But being at the ceremony made me realize that it was time to move on. For our ceremony, we get called up on to the stage and to accept our diplomas, while the rest of the audience watches on a big TV screen. About fucking half of my graduating class decided to take advantage of their increased visibility by either showboating, dancing like a faggot, or doing some other act of pathetic attention-seeking. What was supposed to be a way for our parents to see us close-up getting our diplomas became a forum for the Emerson closet-cases that still haven't gotten over their daddy issues to act like morons in front of his/her peers. And for that, thank fucking god I never to deal with those types of people again.

And yet, I'll miss it. However I feel about Emerson, it transformed me into the person I am today, and so there's no way I will ever regret attending it. I became friends with some awesome people who totally make up for the so many of the kids who I just can't stand. So thank you Emerson: You're still an asshole, but you made the man I am today. So suck it. Now that that's done, let's talk Ludlow. On Wednesday our friend Noah threw a Hawaiian theme party. Our friend wanted us to bring lays over, so what did we do? That's right. Buy a bag of Lays potato chips and pretend like that's what we thought he meant. Hey, I thought it was funny. So However Matt G and I decided to make some more fun on our own. We notice this FUCKIN' GUY sitting by a little DJ booth with this fancy little audio board (that's not the official term, I'm just a terrible audio major). He's playing the shittiest five songs over and over again. And he's sitting with like a thirteen year old girl on his lap clearly trying to get his D wet. Well we're not gonna let that happen are we?

This is has absolutely nothing to do with anything I mention in this blog, but if the internet and video games have taught me anything its that words aren't worth reading unless there are pictures present so here ya go.

So here's what we do. I go up to him and ask him to turn down the treble. Was the treble really too high? The fuck if I know*, but that's not the point. Then ten minutes later, Matt G. would go over and tell him turn it down. Repeat that process until he gets so annoyed he packs up his stuff and leaves. Success. Now we were able to start a limbo line and listen to REAL, quality, aesthetically appealing music like "Same Girl."

*Again, I'm a terrible audio major.

So yeah there we go. Still unemployed, but not giving up. Still working out and running. Lost? I'm excited for you're series finale but you still got some serious fucking explaining to do. And for everyone I care about at Emerson College who just received their diploma, congratulations.


One love,
Andrew G. / Geno