A day in the life of a not-so-typical student.

Morning has come as the sun shines on the sleepy students face. His alarm has been going off for an hour, but he's not moving. Suddenly, he stirs and sits up to check the clock.
"Shit!," he exclaims as he realizes he has fifteen minutes to get dressed and get to class.
He picks up his shirt from the night before- it reeks of smoke, stale beer and stripper. Ah, the holy trinity of debauchery.
Finally, dressed in his usual attire; shirt, running shorts and sandals, he dashes out the door, realizing its cold as hell outside. But he's got to get to class, and a little cold won't stop him as he jumps into his car. With a drop of the key the car comes to life, and Van Halen comes blasting from the speakers at ear shattering volumes.
The posted speed limit is 35, but he is managing an impressive 58 when he sees the police officer with the radar gun jump out from behind a tree, a quick lane change and an unplanned left turn elude the police.
Upon arriving at campus the student spends well over 20 minutes trying to find a parking space, finally selecting one nowhere near his class. With a reluctant sigh he heads into Morgan Hall for another lecture. The class is, as usual, bored out of their fucking minds. All the student can think about is trying to get through class without passing out.
He moves through the day, the hangover wearing off. He takes the time to remind himself that he’s not an alcoholic, just a professional.
Finally he comes to his last class of the day. His classmates view him as an idiot, and an asshole, but he doesn’t give a fuck, he knows what he’s about and that’s a goodtime.
After class he heads to the library to get some work done, even though his mind travels elsewhere.
It is late now, around 7:30 and he heads home to eat, shower, change clothes, and figure out where he’s going tonight.

The Beginning of the End

Fire is ravaging the state of California, and with peoples' fascination with Nostradamus and his predictions, some in America are wondering if this is the beginning of the end. Sure, there are predictions of fire and brimstone raining down from the sky destroying all mankind, but the explanation is very simple. On a recent episode of a History Channel series Modern Marvels, biologists explain that the hills around Los Angeles were covered with natural pine forests that burned every so often, but were easily extinguished once the supply of fuel was burned. After the forests had burned it would regenerate in only a few years, but as settlers moved west they clearcut the vast forests leaving the hills barren. Wild grasses grew and settlers soon found that with the help of lightning and the Santa Ana winds the hills around the city were a giant tinder box waiting to ignite. Though it sounds harsh and cruel because people have died and many are now without homes, the lesson that should have been learned a long time ago is- don't interrupt the delicate balance of an ecosystem or it will come back to haunt you.

New Beginning

Husker football is a religion to those living in Nebraska, but lately there has been an absence of enthusiasm in Lincoln. The team is losing, the blackshirts are no more and fans as well as alumni are calling for the firing of Head Coach Bill Callahan. On Monday the University of Nebraska fired Athletic Director Steve Pedersen, which was far too late to save the program, and replaced him with former coaching great Tom Osborne. Osborne, who won three National Championships during his tenure in Lincoln, is looking to bring back the tradition to the storied program, something that was lost when Steve Pedersen took over. Though the Huskers face the possibility of losing out the rest of the season, it is new day in the Cornhusker state. It is the best day the Big Red faithful have seen in along time.

Whatever happened to quality programming?

Lately there has been nothing on television. Cable delivers a bazillion channels with nothing on. You're either force fed warmed over dramas, re-runs of shows in syndication or faux reality T.V. Many times the news is hard to swallow with reports of wars, shootings, bombings and terrorist threats, its a little too much to worry about at the end of shitty day.

Cartoons and Comedy Central seem to provide more social commentary than the O'Reilly Factor, which should actually be called 'Jackass.' There's nothing on the radio either, corporate radio has killed variety. They keep costs down by syndicating shows and replaying the same 14 songs all day which gets downright annoying. Not to mention the fact that satellite radio is complete bullshit.

People have to buy a subscription to the service when radio has been a free medium since its inception. If people want to pay money to hear songs they like, or hear a certain format they should go to the bar and piss away 30 bucks on the juke box. The best way to describe the the American consumer, save for savvy college kids and independent thinkers, is that they are essentially sheep, and the media is the shepherd or farmer. The farmer feeds the sheep, the sheep eat what the farmer feeds them, and lately the sheep have been eating a steady diet of shit. The best course of action would be to take the advice of psychologist and proponent of psychadelic drugs Dr. Timothy Leary and "Turn on, tune in, drop out." Don't be a sheep people.

Strange

Recently an article appeared as an e-mail on MySpace, which truly demonstrated how stupid people can sometimes be, especially cops. The article told of a police officer who was staked outside of a bar to catch those who tried to drive home intoxicated. After 30 minutes a patron stumbled out of the bar, walked a few steps and fell flat on his face. The man got up and stubled towards the parking lot. The officer watched closely as the man tried to unlock several vehicles before finding his own. The man got into his car and passed out for an undisclosed amount of time before waking, by this time many patrons at the bar had left leaving the obviously drunk man sitting in his car. Upon waking the man started his car and tried to drive away. The officer quickly started his car and proceeded to pull the man over. A field sobriety test was administered and the man passed the test. Finally the officer administered a breathalyzer test, the man blew 0.0. The officer was enraged by this time and informed the man that his equipment was broken, and he was taking the man to the station for a blood test. The man looked the officer square in the eye and said "That's fine. I'm the designated decoy tonight."

What the hell?

Notice: Since i forgot to post the last week or two i thought i'd make it up.
Violence- it has come to symbolize a generation of children. This generation has beared witness to the tragedies of Columbine, 9/11 and Virginia Tech, all the while hoping and praying that it could never happen to them. Growing up this generation has heard the violent lyrics of Death Metal and Gangsta Rap played on Top 40 radio alongside pure pop songs.

They have played video games that glorify a world of violence, disrespect toward women and a lack of respect for the law. Some look to scapegoat the music, but music is simply art through an audio medium, it is the responsibility of the individual to draw the line between reality and fantasy. However the blame does not rest solely on those who commit the crimes, but with those who are indifferent toward the problem.

They are the ones who don't care enough to speak up, yet they are shocked when an incident occurs. Many experts say the warning signs were there, that the individual was antisocial, or psychotic, but truly how many people could have predicted how the individual would lash out at society for their own shortcomings. We as a society must feel compelled to watch for those individuals for the greater good of society, and to hopefully one day end the violence.