Alack, alas, a'lad,

All of the exams are over.  For now.  Don't you worry.  They'll be back again. Like a cold - or herpes.

Life itself has been pretty neutral.  Nothing outrageous happening here or there.

It's starting to get dark early.  Which adds to the whole "beauty" of the city at night.  The IU Medical Hospital is finally showing signs of life.  Not many - but there's some.  Every now and then you'll see someone walk past the windows.  Sometimes you can see a little reflection of a TV screen.  SO THERE MUST BE SOMEBODY IN THERE.   

For about three months that place seemed desolate.  Every window, every room, everything - all of it was empty.  Well, besides the "modern-esque" furniture. 

The staff must hide in the middle of the hospital.  It is a Medical School - so chances are the students have not seen the sun for twenty years.  Therefore, it would likely burn their skin if they came to close to the windows. 

That's why they are starting to appear now.  It's getting darker.  Soon medical students will be in the streets - mugging people and then giving them $3,000 medical bills.  

Just a theory.

Why do people get weird in public settings?  Like, why is it that some people are so awesome when they're alone.  Then, when you get them in a big group of people - they have to amass all the attention.

They say the average IQ lowers by twenty points when you're in a group of people.  Heck, for some it must lower a good 50 or 60. 

Its also strange how some people can be so warm - and then when they're in public settings, turn distinctly cold. 

For example, you're at the store shopping with your friend.  You're ready to check out and the clerk asks your friend how he is doing.  You know, the basic set of "cashier friendly" questions.  Then all your friend can do is remain frozen, like a statue - and not give a reply.  It's not that he/she doesn't want to give a reply. They're afraid to. 

Why be so afraid?  It's just a cashier - a person you'll  likely never see again.  Crack them a smile - tell them a joke.  Or, just be average and tell them you're doing fine.  But don't just ignore them.  Don't ignore anyone if they're trying to be nice.  Some people need to break their "anti-social" bubble. 

I mean, I do it to, but to a different degree.  I hate asking for help at a game store.  But, if a clerk ask me if I need assistance, I don't just go, "Uh.. eh" and lower my head.  Just tell them no, and tell them thanks for asking.  It's not hard - and then they at least know you're human. 

There's a lot of rude and nasty people in the world.  Be different - try to be warm with everyone.  You don't need to be like, "OMG LET ME DO BACKFLIPS AND BUY EVERYONE BAGS OF CANDY".  But, the least you could do is acknowledge when someone asks you a question.  It's a problem with our little "American" society.  We don't like to many questions.  Especially from strangers.  We're easily scared and intimidated - and, in defense, try to act tough.  

Shoo, if somebody says hey, you better say hey back.   
 

If you read it, it rhymes.

Otherwise you can read it "Oo-e-poo-e". If you read it this way - STOP SOUNDING THINGS OUT.

Anyway, whatever floats your boat will do. Unless your boat is the Titanic. Then you should not be reading this. Get out. Now.

College has started. Last Wednesday was the first day of classes.

So far, school has been great. It really is a big change from high school. In high school, you're assigned homework and told when to do it.

In college, your assigned homework, and told, "JUST DO IT WHENEVER OKAY!?"

Whenever could be any time. These proffesors are crazy, straight crazy.

The interesting thing is that most assignments are turned in online. Whatever happened to paper? WHERE DID YOU GO PAPER?

Soon enough, handwritting will be a thing of the past. Screw your pencils boy, you got fingers for typing. Unless you're paraylized. That would just suck. Sorry if you are.

The campus life is interesting. There is always something going on. Then again, the campus is downtown - if something wasn't going on, that would likely be the sign of a holocaust.

Which would never happen in Indiana, because we love all people. NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE.

Anywho, I have classes every single day of the freaking week. Which gets annoying. If I were to write out my schedule, it would look like this: OMG

Monday:
Chemistry C101 (9-10:15am)
Math 111 (12-1:15pm)

Tuesday:
EALC Japanese (6-8:15pm)

Wednesday:
JUST A REPEAT OF MONDAY OKAY

Thursday:
Windows on Science (3-4:40pm)
EALC Japanese (6-8:15)

Friday:
JUST A REPEAT OF MONDAY AND WEDNESDAY OKAY

Yeah, that's my schedule. So far, school work hasn't been to bad. It's actually a pretty fun load - since the majority of the classes are things I prefer learning about.

I'm still hoping to go into Pre-Med. Minoring in something like East Asian Languages would be cool. But that's way to HEAVY of a load. That would be like, a fatass amount of homework and studying all together.

Hey, if I can make it enough to get a B.A., that's awesome. Not a B.S. That requires math. A lot of math. Forget math. It's for posers. Don't be a poser.

Anyway, hope everyone is having a fun time at school. Especially all you high schoolers. HAVE FUN BEING YOUNG AND STUPID. You really aren't. Don't be down on yourself.

Many days have gone by.

The quest for a Bridge entry per day has dissapeared.

Somewhere in the mist it wallows. Where it belongs, with the Gorillas.

So much has happened in the past week. If you were to load a truck with all that has happened - it would be full. That's not a lie. If you want to try it, go out and rent a truck. While you can't pack it with experiences that aren't your own - imagine you are.

Once you are done imaginging. You can read the rest of this. Or you don't have to. Maybe you're tired from all that loading and unloading.

That's what happens when you take a challange. Bitch.

You aren't really a bitch. So don't take offense to that. If you really were a bitch, people wouldn't like you as much. And obviously people like you, because you're online right now - reading. Which only likable people do. So yeah. There you go.

Anyway, Bridge has been uber duber exciting.

Things have happened. Pictures have been taken. Lectures have been given. Babies, however, have not been made. Which really isn't a part of college. If it were, it would be taught at "LaShaunda U, Home of the "Uuuuh Nuuuuh Girl".

Things have happened after class each day. On Wednesday of last week, I decided to travel home to get some good ol' rest. Rest that didn't involve sleeping in water at night. And by water, sweat is meant. And by sweat, human waste that seeps from your body is meant. And by human wase that seeps from your body, shit is meant.

So, I didn't have to sleep in shit for one full night. On Wednesday, some interesting news also came my way. But that's a whole 'other story.

On Thursday, absolutely nothing eventful happened. This was very saddening. So saddening I cried. Cried for hours on end. However, none of these tears actually came out of my body or were ever consciencely made.

A new episode of American Mcgee's Grimm was released on Thursday. And if you haven't played it yet - you can so just dissapear. You might as well just vanish. Nobody wants you. If an invisibilty cloak was real - you should wear it to hide your face. Your face that is blind to fun. Let it remain blind to the world.

Anyway, at first - the plan for Thursday was to stay on campus and go to the Children's Museum for free. The Children's Museum is the best in nation. So ya'll other cities can take yo' trash and just shove it. Nobody want ya'll children exhibits. Ya'll don't even know how to run it. Ya'll stupid.

If you've never been before, the Children's Museum lets you act like you're an amazing kid who has all the greatest jobs. For one minute you can be an Archeoligist, and in the next minute you can run a telivision show. The advancement of jobs is very realistic to the real world. Many Archeoligist and Bridge builders have become succesful newscasters. Both jobs are equaly as excitable as the last.

In the end though, I didn't go. I tried to sleep. But that didn't work, cause God was like, "NO STOP IT NOW". So, I called my dad and went home for the weekend.

After coming back on Monday, the day was easy. We had to do a Powerpoint presentation - which is obviously a very hard transition into college. Cause, I mean, no high school uses powerpoint. It was the most difficult day of my life. If college is this hard, I am so QUITTING.

Afterwards, hung out with some peeps. We dug the town. We drove the streets. We danced. We partied. We romanced. All of these things at once.

Today was no different - we gave oral presentations. And that was very hot. I almost died from how amazing of a job everyone did. I didn't expect them to do so good using the HORRIBLE POWERPOINT PROGRAM.

Anyway, that's about it so far. It's way to late to write.

You should go to bed.

RIGHT NOW. JUST GO.

You know it's bad when you wake up in your dorm, covered in sweat.  Not just covered, but drenched.  

It's nearly 84 degrees outside, but in these cramped rooms, you could say it's about 90.  

There's nothing wrong with the building, it's a cool place, these are cool dorms.  But, waking up in a river of your own body is so not sweet.  

How can you gain weight your Freshmen year if you're sweating it all away?

The windows don't even open in the room.  Likely for fear that someone would jump out.  Curse you suicidal kids, ruining it for everyone else.  

Bet you could collect all the sweat from Ball Hall - only from last night - and fill an Olympic Pool with it.

Isn't sweat just like urine, without the urea in it?  Fun.

Duing those trying times, we travelled long and hard to Wal-Mart.  Once there, we bountied in our feast.  Everyone just bought candy.  Cause candy makes the heart go, "Wooo, stroke".  And that's what we want to get - strokes. 

This wasn't a normal Wal-Mart either.  This was a Wal-Mart off 30th street and such.  Which means, it was the Wal Mart Ghetto Super Center.  Somebody threw up - it was that GHETTO.  This doesn't actually make it ghetto.  But hey, it works. 

Anyway, we ended the night with some Family Guy in the main dorm center.  We watched it as some fat kid stalked Clarise.  Cause you know, fat kids can do anything these days.  

Oh yeah, and black men ride lawnmowers in the ghetto.  It's hot.  You would so tap it, you know you would.

Good night, and good luck, buck.  You buckin' bronto

So yeah, yo'

Gonna write one of these for every day of Bridge.

Today was an uneventful day.  It was "move-in". That's where the kids are like, "GTFO home" and then they leave.  Then their parents are like, "NO LOL".

It's a trying time.  Gotta keep your heart up.  

Anyway, I moved into Ball Hall today.  It's downtown - not really in the heart of the city, but off to the side.  Like, if this were a restaraunt, Ball Hall would be the salad.  

But it wouldn't come with French Dressing.  Because French Dressing is for posers.  POSERS.

You know, the people who can't have Ranch because of how thick it is.  Cause you know, you could so lay cement with Ranch Dressing.  That's what my house will be built with.  Mmmm.

Have a roomate.  His name is Richard.  He's a man.  Not a woman. 

There's nothing to do down here.  At least, not from this location.  The dorms are to far from "fun".  Well, there's the IMAX and Canal.  But you could die there.  Cause those are deadly places.  Straight up deadly.

We did walk to Donatatos though on the IUPUI campus near Indiana Avenue.  It was a pretty hot trip, both literally and metaphorically.  However, we decided to get Taco Bell instead.

Cause you know, Taco Bell where it at boy.  Holla.  

After that we came back to the dorms and watched TV.  Literally, that's all we did.  Oh yeah, and for some reason men love to talk about how much they drink and how much sex they have.  Never really been into that.  

Anyway, now its late and time for sleep.