Wilson Hates Luke Perry

I decided I need to post more. I often wait until something absolutely fan-fucking-tastic (that's for you Mike) happens or something hiLARious (that's for you Brian) happens and then it gets to be too long and it needs to be something super and then I just get over it and don't post anything. So I got over that, and now I'm posting.

It's now June and I'm entering my 4th term working at Dartmouth - summer term. From the stories that have been told, it should be a cake-walk, however, I will be flying solo as opposed to partnering up with another Community Director, so it's kind of like a cake walk only a little more challenging. Like maybe there's no cake at the end ... just walking in circles to music. Which can be enjoyable - as long as the music isn't Toby Keith.

I was told twice this weekend that my body looked pretty good from all the gym-goin'. I believe the words "svelt" and "ripped" were used. We all had a good laugh after I mentioned that I appreciated it, especially since it didn't come cheap ... I guess it's worth waking up at 6 a.m.

I supposedly have the day off tomorrow, but who takes the day off the day before the summer term begins? Not this kid. Officially, on the books, though, I have the day off. What shall I do? I guess I'll probably just sleep in. My gym appointment isn't until 9, which I guess is good.

We're currently watching "Signs." I read this and completely agree with the assessment. I do, however, still get the crap scared out of me while I watch it. I drive myself crazy with anticipation. [Cut to me, changing the channel.]

P.S. We're never living on a farm.