I had the pleasure of staying on campus for break. I think 95% of the students here went somewhere off campus. It was pretty boring and filled with lots of info desk working and sleeping. Thanks to Nick, I did get to enjoy a home cooked Thanksgiving meal. But it came with lots of sneezes. 3 years ago I came to Iowa and realized that I have an allergy to dogs. I think it's just Iowa dogs because my best friend from high school had 3 dogs and I spent about 1/3 of my week at their house. What is with the Iowa perro? I think I sneezed about 50 times in the course of 3 or 4 hours. His mom gave me some stuff that was supposed to be strong but the dogs were just too damn tough.

Friday night we had half the 18-21 year old Mt. Vernon population at our house. Some guy puked about 5 times and still kept chugging the Keystone light. Some might call him a jackass...some may call him a trooper. I'm leaning more towards the jackass one. At least he was good enough to make it outside to do his business. One guy yacked in Eich's chair. Stanton started to get mad. It's okay though cause it's Stanton, and we expect that (Don't fuck with Lucas). Some Regina girls showed up and they mooched like none other. They claim to be bringing Zousel and I some beer but I doubt we'll see those girls any time soon.

Saturday night was the one to remember. Bartlett's dad turned 50 years old and he celebrated in style. Our losing game of Euchre was kindly interrupted by a 20-something, blonde stripper entering the scene. It wasn't a surprise. We knew it was coming. She wasted no time in taking off her skimpy black dress and the pink lace outlined, leopard print thong and started the action with the birthday boy's lap dance. She went on for an hour doing various things and putting smiles every guy's face. That now can be added as another one of the reasons that I love Solon.

Zousel, I bet you feel like a dumbass for passing this up.

It's been a while since my last entry. I don't know who reads these things anyway. Nobody takes the time to reply. I titled this fuck the fall season  because most of it has gone to shit. We suck in football. It's my senior year and we couldn't even buy a win if it was dollar-you-call-it in Iowa City. To top it off, I can't run for shit because I got a bad high ankle sprain a couple weeks ago that still hasn't gone away. I can run, but I hobble a bit if I have to run a long way. It's sad that the only thing good in during football season was watching the Yankees choke. That was awesome. I'm still bitter about them sweeping the Padres in 4 games in the '98 World Series.

On to more bitter issues, the fucking construction of the new dorm by our house has made some disruptions with our electricity. If those jackasses get our power knocked out again, I will personally piss on their supplies at night. Since security on this campus is a joke, I'll have no problem doing the deed. It's too bad some retarded employee doesn't mistakenly leave the keys in one of the tractor shits. That would make a good drunken Saturday. Hadenfeldt and I already checked a couple times. It's bound to happen sooner or later. Alright, the venting is done. Let's move on to winter.